What is my story…
What is my story… I feel I need to share a snippet of what lead me to this point in my life. It’s been 34 years in the making.
Moving In. Moving Out. Moving Forward.
We had moved in. We have moved out. Now we are moving forward
Watching my life flash before my eyes… In very slow motion
Packing up 33 years of life is no easy feat. It requires plenty of nostalgic moments and about a hundred black bags and boxes.
There is no place like home
There is a saying that home is where the heart is. My heart is torn between this life and the next. My home is both here and in the afterlife. My home was and is so much more than my house but I have been struggling to remember that home is not the building or the address. Home is forever in my heart.
Notes for Nova 