The holidays are typically a time of reflection and thanks. So in keeping with tradition I've been thinking a lot about this last year.
This time last year Juliet (then 2 years old) and I were living with my parents. I had packed what I could manage into a single car load in ten minutes after an unexpected twist in the road of our lives and driven to my parents' house at 10 pm some random weekday.
My parents had been remodeling their house and let us move into the available space, a 9’ x 8’ unfinished room missing large pieces of linoleum from the floor and nails protruding from the ceiling where a closet had once stood, and a shared dining room full of hardware.
This time last year Juliet (then 2 years old) and I were living with my parents. I had packed what I could manage into a single car load in ten minutes after an unexpected twist in the road of our lives and driven to my parents' house at 10 pm some random weekday.
My parents had been remodeling their house and let us move into the available space, a 9’ x 8’ unfinished room missing large pieces of linoleum from the floor and nails protruding from the ceiling where a closet had once stood, and a shared dining room full of hardware.