Currently listening to the kids at recess (always 10 a.m.). My first grader is there somewhere in the mixture of running and ball bouncing that I see from my window as I type this.
We will move at the end of June into our next home.
Every day I walk by the apartment building we will be moving into just to do a mental pinch.
I gaze over at the balcony that I will cover in flowers. The kitchen window where I will cook and bake for my family. The apartment playground just for residents and dream about watching my own children there. I can’t wait to have a bathroom AND a half bath….Luxury with three young children. It is a beautiful apartment with a good layout and lots of room for our family.
I am so ready to move on.
I want to shine like I once did.
I want to LIVE without all the darkness tucked away in the corners.
I want to leave all of the ugliness from the last three years behind…For the good.
When I move, I will not let the past stay with me. I will keep what I learned about myself and what I learned from others in order to be a better person.
I will hold no grudges.
I will simply live my life in my village without the drama. I don’t care much for drama. Yet, the last three years have been like a bad play that never ends.
Here’s to it ending and my enjoying the utter beauty that surrounds my village.
It is beautiful here.
My heart is here with the big sky that swallows everything that I am when I look into it.
Every time I think I must leave here I feel a pain I have never felt before.
I don’t know if I can live away from these mountains.
I really don’t think I can.