Largely, among other things,
as always and forever,
travel is about emotions
This morning I had a
soulful breakfast back home
with grandma
I've grieved a relationship for a year now. And learned, and grew, gained and released. Realized both that I did nothing wrong and wrong I did. I made a decision back then to put up with things, and after I blamed the other for my feeling miserable and sick. And now what? Will I dare again? π in another year?