Category: it’s personal

Three homes in one day. The old. The for now. The new. The few things that were almost left behind: an umbrella that belonged to her old boss; the too small broom she bought and loved despite its useless size; the souvenir magnet from the village in Italy where she had climbed inside of a…

Finally, it was cold and warm at the same time. Finally, she had slept for more than a few hours. Finally, she had fallen asleep reading a book that was very sad, and made her feel sad, but not because she could relate. The orchids still looked hearty. She couldn’t help notice them as she…