The Aurora

How many different places have we lived that have sculpted us, our stories, our memories? 

Little by little, the collection of these people, places and things has crept into our hearts  and have become pieces of who we are. 

The places I have been have brought new people and experiences onto my horizon; some journeys I left for others to take, while others are now beautiful chapters of my story. 

Each new place seemed so far from the last. From a place I called home to the excitement or uncertainty of the next home calling. 

College visits when mom came with all the essentials.

First new apartment, walking down the aisle, buying your first home, opening your own office.  It got bumpy at times,  the newness seeming  too big and too much.  But soon comes a package, a hug from a loved one wrapped up in a box & this new chapter doesn’t seem so bad.  It doesn’t take long until  you are dancing in the kitchen, grateful for all the places you have been & all the people you have loved.