7 days

C U R R E N T L Y:

Life is chaos, everything is in either boxes, on the floor, in paper/plastic bags or set apart for donation.
I really wish I could fast forward to Tuesday 7/15 at 4:30pm when my flight leaves, and I have finally said my last goodbyes.

It's funny how I haven't even allowed myself to feel excited about this move because all of the other emotions seem far more important and feeling excited about my move, and my future feels a little selfish, but (thank heavens) I'm quickly approaching the time when I can sit back, close my eyes, pray and realize what I knew, and what I hold tightly to will no longer be.

This is me seven days before I leave my bubble.


-C

2015

It's 12:44pm and I've decided to start a blog (like many other times before).
Sometimes more than others I get this big urge (almost a necessity) to say something. say it all.

I am not a writer, and talking it's hard sometimes, but we all have something to say and share -- so this right here is my space to do so. 

There's a very specific purpose to this blog, but just like many things in my life, this is about timing.

I'll meet you back here a few weeks before April.

(It's a date)


-C