History

It's so interesting to go back a few years and read old posts. How naive I was about that dreadful job at the temple of doom, how well mom was doing, how homesick I was when I first moved here. The strains and joys of the past few years. Sometimes I forget how capable I am, how capable my friends and family are, of amazing things. We are stronger than we think. And I'm a little happier now, at this moment, knowing that if I can get through all that previous stuff, then my life now isn't so bad.