Home is a moving target

 It’s here,…finally? It’s moving day and I’m not entirely sure how to describe my feelings. The kids seem to be ok. They’re watching funny videos and eating breakfast. I’m one random thought away from an emotional earthquake.

Today will involve a lot of errands to tie up loose ends. But the strings keep unraveling as I remember stuff I never got too, friends I didn’t hug, places I didn’t visit. I’m just trying to breathe and place one foot in front of another. Keep breathing and keep moving forward.   

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