There’s no place like Home.
The journey Home. The journey to my new Home. Starting from the inside out.
I’m feeling a bit like a tired Dorothy, and I think a sequin or two may have been scuffed off my sparkly red shoes as I move through this journey.
I’ve had moments, precious moments, of feeling that loving hand on my back, guiding me forward. And I’ve had moments of thinking my head was going to explode from stress. And a lot of back and forth with all of that. [Read more]