Looking back on the post from the morning as I entered my 29th year, I am amazed at all the changes that have happened since then. Maybe even more so amazing is the fact that I am still sane (somewhat) and able to get out of bed each morning.
I have been meaning to click on the blogger bookmark on my mac for days... weeks... but in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions, I was at a loss for words. I am slowly starting to gain back a little more spunk with each passing day and hopefully I'll be able to get back in the groove of blogging weekly, if not daily again.
As I write this, I am laying on a bed on the 2nd floor of the house in central rural Wisconsin where I grew up. A room that was once painted a pale pink and full of my dolls. It's now full of clothes that were carelessly and quickly crammed, unfolded and now wrinkled, in canvas shopping tote bags. A stack of books, carefully chosen from what used to be hundreds, sits in the corner of the room along with this semester's textbooks. It's amazing that a whole life can fit in the backseat of a vehicle when the questions I have could fill a skyscraper. It's amazing that words can be so hurtful and that years of love can be smashed in the matter of minutes. Perhaps what is most amazing is the love of my family and friends that has carried me through quite possibly the toughest month I've ever faced.
So here I am... 29, single, and living with my parents? 29 came in with a big loud BANG! and I'm interested to see where it leads me....