It has been 1 1/2 years since my last post. Wow. SO much has happened I don't know even where to start. The beginning I guess... maybe an explanation. The reason for absence is not a happy one. Well, the first 6 months maybe.
When I got back from my dream Paris trip, Matt and I sold our house within 8 hours of putting it on the market, quickly found a new one, closed on both homes in the same day and moved. It was chaotic, messy, and hot since it was the middle of summer. We stayed with my parents for about 2 weeks while we did some renovations that had to be done in order to make the new house livable, and then moved in and have been slowly working on it since.
This past year though has been the hardest year of my life. I have been wanting to get back to writing but knew I couldn't without talking about this. Even now, sitting here, keys under my fingers, I don't know what, or how rather, to say it.
On January 6, 2016, my world fell apart when my beautiful mother passed away suddenly and unexpectedly at the young age of 58.
I have done a lot of writing over the last year in a personal journal. Memories, emotions, personal things that others don't need to see. I have also seen grief counselor and read a lot of grief books. I am in a better place. Not a great place, but better. Some days are still absolute hell, but most I can now get through without crying. I do not believe that time heals all wounds. Instead, time just allows us the opportunity to learn how to live with them. I am living with mine and ready to talk about it. I am also ready to talk about everything else in my life and how it keeps on moving forward despite the fact I begged it to stop for so long.
If you have stuck around, thanks. If you are new, welcome. I'm not promising anything special. Just me, my journey, one baby step at a time.
