I missed the anniversaries surrounding one of the greatest upheavals of my life.
Last weekend I finally switched my clothes out.
My neighborhood’s culture has changed a lot in the last year or so. I wish I were excited about this change, but I’m not.
A decade ago I stopped living in Africa. I left the community that blessed me. I left the community that sometimes made me a little nuts. A decade ago my life changed direction without prior notification.
It’s like being between trapezes.
I have a strange relationship with change.
I realized last week rearranging the furniture is my thing. And I don’t mean that in a good way.