busy busy.

I've been busy with lots of little projects. I've finally finished ALL 120 granny squares and am ready to assemble them into a blanket! I'm so excited. I've been working on them for what feels like a very, very long time. Also, I've been doing some baking here and there and made some delicious cookies and right now I'm making a cake. It's in the oven as I type this. It's for my nephew's birthday party tomorrow. He turned 4 and it's a baseball themed party, so I promised him I would make him a baseball field cake. We'll see how this thing turns out. I'll hopefully post pictures of all my little goodies in this upcoming week.

Trying.

I'm trying to learn. I'm trying to be strong. And do what you told me to. And believe that the things you said to me are true. It's hard. It's hard when things like this happen. It makes me sad. But I'm trying.

a Home.

I had a place.

A place where I could go to escape. To love and to be loved. To experience life, life that's full. To cultivate real relationships. To be a family.

This place became a home to me.

Although I did not pay rent nor did I have a room there, my heart was there. It still is there.

And isn't that what they say: Home is where the heart is.

This place is gone now. It no longer exists. But it lives on. In my heart, and in the hearts of many others.

recently.

Part of me feels so full. I want to share it with somebody. I feel like I have so much inside of me fighting to find some way to get out, but hasn't found it's way just quite yet. I feel ready for something new. A big adventure. My heart is full and wants to be poured out on those around me.