"My eyes well as a truth of being human drifts through my thoughts: We leave a place because we’re searching for something, but we’re usually running from something, too."
This whole snippet is beautiful, poignant and true.
My son and I moved to a very rural part of Colorado in mid-August. This place is "it", the last stop on the way, so to speak. There are things in my heart that I don't believe can ever heal, and I guess in many ways I'm still angry at my body for letting me down and becoming disabled and a burden to me. But if it had not, we wouldn't be here, and here is where I'm finally able to work on the stuff that has meaning to me.
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