The idea of home is this giant oozing wound in my heart--I grew up in a happy, messy one, but I had this dream of my adult home as a place of constancy and security, and that was not meant to be. Instead, my heart has broken many times over having to leave a home, and here I am in that position again, knowing we have to leave and not kno…
The idea of home is this giant oozing wound in my heart--I grew up in a happy, messy one, but I had this dream of my adult home as a place of constancy and security, and that was not meant to be. Instead, my heart has broken many times over having to leave a home, and here I am in that position again, knowing we have to leave and not knowing where we are going. I'd like to draw a beautiful conclusion to this comment and tomorrow I might have one but today all I can say is. . .I hate this.
The idea of home is this giant oozing wound in my heart--I grew up in a happy, messy one, but I had this dream of my adult home as a place of constancy and security, and that was not meant to be. Instead, my heart has broken many times over having to leave a home, and here I am in that position again, knowing we have to leave and not knowing where we are going. I'd like to draw a beautiful conclusion to this comment and tomorrow I might have one but today all I can say is. . .I hate this.