Every

Every day I search for a little house to rent. I can't even express how much I miss our little purple cottage in Colorado. You know, the window boxes, the raised garden beds, the weeping willow, the cherry, plum and apple trees. Feel so lucky to have lived there at a young age, to experience setting up a home. A stand alone home.

I wrote in my journal the other day for the first time in oh so long. I wrote about a wind chime outside that was moving in the wind, that I could hear without any windows open.

Every day I wonder how long it takes to forget a memory.

Tell myself over and over that everything (everything!) takes time.