I’m not the girl I used to be and it’s all my husbands fault.
Here’s what I would tell my younger self if I could go back in time…
Home is a string of c o m p l e x emotions cultivated by an array of familiar experiences spanning like time and space.
We didn’t take the time to dissect the layers of relocation; this is what I’ve learned.
There is no way for me to comprehend the unseen ripples of my own decisions. Unknowingly, I am single handidly capable of sabotaging my own objectives.
There is nothing right about death but it’s as natural as breathing.