Home is Where the Heart Is

Life was simpler when we were home, when photographs of that life sneak up on me they take my breath away. It hurts remembering. Such is the nature of homesickness, and of the grief of letting go of the past.

One…Two…Three…Next…

I’m missing my friends back home and I am feeling a bit down. Changes are happening I feel uneasy.

Finding the sparkles of light

This second week in our new home has been so hard. I feel isolated, lonely and uncertain. At the end though, I still manage to find some sparkles of light, which bring me hope that things will get better.