Finding… myself?

I unpacked a box today that I pack away several years ago when I left my home and career. I’ve been… sort of, in transit since then. On the top where numerous pairs of professional shoes. Several pairs I tossed to the side remembering that I really didn’t like them. They just weren’t comfortable.

The American Dream or…

I’m in the process of moving. Process would be a good word. I woke up this morning on day five. My fiancé and I are the moving company so where is the Advil? We’ve moved three times in the past three years so you’d think I’d be an expert by now. And these aren’t little moves. Five hundred miles here, five hundred miles there. And the volume that has been moved. I’m not in college anymore. I had the American Dream for many years.  A three bedroom home, garage, kids, career and all the stuff that comes with it. Furniture, professional clothes, books, photo albums, kids’ stuff and ghee I must love to cook and obviously at one point entertained since seriously, how many dishes does one need?