November

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has felt like a long good-bye. Like the closing of a door to a home that was never mine. I have been quietly and diligently digging through the wreckage of a different life- some detritus and some treasures unearthed. Bagging up all that can’t come with me on this next leg of my trip; I don’t need everything I’ve been lugging around. In fact, it’s all gotten too heavy, too burdensome. Some of this stuff isn’t even mine to carry, it’s other people’s garbage. Rummaging for answers only brings up more questions, and for once, I am learning to accept that. That I won’t get answers, or I can make them up. This is my story and I get to tell it however I want to. Remember that thing we used to say as kids? “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Thank God we have a way to make anything last at all.