Seeing the Stars at Night Again

Life has taken me away from here a bit. Since Vermont I have moved three times, been reuinted with my children (custody exchange), bought a house, and slowly began healing from a very hostile end to an eighteen year marriage. 

The big thing for me was landing back on earth, finding a new nest and refuge. The Universe collided and the stars fell from the sky- I found a house online and kept looking at it when I'd have midnight crying spells, a comfort. I'm not the only one who finds Realtor.com comforting, yeah? 

But then I was in Georgia and not in Vermont or Iowa. The house in question was thirty minutes away from where I was staying. One late night, after a very stressful day with my new landlord, I sent away and email asking about it. 

And that's where it all started. 

This is where one story ends and this one begins. This new place is already full of poetry and love and laughter. There are fig trees and blueberry bushes, big open rooms full of light, hardwood floors, slamming screen doors, lizards on the porch rail, and I can see the stars at night again.

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