Rugs are being rolled, closets are being emptied, dishes put in those cute little zipper cases. . . and so much is being sold. Oh my gosh, so much of what feels like “me” is being sold. I can’t shake the notion, “do you know what you’re doing?!”
I guess I’m not 100% sure of what I am doing, but I’m oh so hopeful I’m doing what I’m supposed to. Doing what is needed to lead the life I have dreamed, dreamt for most my life. These days it’s like the swells on the ocean: your up high and your tummy feels the flight, you don’t see the wave break, and your tummy is tossed around like a milk shake.
The Living Room
the Guest Room