Packing My Life

I came back to me and Jason’s apartment yesterday about noon. I had good intentions of packing since I have the moving truck on Monday, but I didn’t do much of anything. Yesterday marked exactly one month since the fatal accident that took my honey’s life, and every time I looked around I just sawContinue reading “Packing My Life”

Home

Home is such a nice word and I never realized how lovely it is to feel “at home” until recently. Following my boyfriend’s death, our apartment no longer felt like home. I told a good friend that I felt like, I want to go home, but didn’t know where that was. Several days after IContinue reading “Home”