on chapters and home.
I’m big into chapters. Closing one, opening another. Not being able to skip any, as much as I may have liked to over the last few years. I think our lives can be broken up into chapters. Some are longer than others. There are some run on sentences that may carry between them and common themes throughout an entire book but, we all have chapters. They aren’t linear, some run over the tops of others and some never end. We sold our South Florida house which is the beginning the closing of a chapter of our story. This has been one of my most difficult chapters, personally. Any time I have talked about wanting to leave over the last five years it’s difficult for other people to understand. We live in this gorgeous home in paradise. We have a pool and a yard and swing set, great neighbors and a few months out of the year when everyone else is freezing we are still in flip flops. So I get it. I understand why us leaving is weird or hard to understand. Dan’s job is still here, our kids...