Moving; forward, on or just in general.

In 2014, I moved back home after separating from my 1st husband. I got my shit together, started my undergraduate degree, got MY own apartment in MY own name and started MY own life on MY own.

I was scared, but oh, was I so eager to see what was headed my way.

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6 Moves

(all over the state of Michigan )

2 Dogs

and

one beautiful baby boy later...

It’s 2021

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7 years later; I just got divorced this past year. I’m getting MY shit back together and preparing to apply for law school. I got MY own place in MY own name and yet again, starting MY life all over again.

I’m more scared than before, but even more eager to see what’s headed my way.

Today, I was very much reminded of what it felt like in 2014, to start completely over without an idea of what lies ahead.

Except this time, instead of following them with their military/medical dreams,

I get to help my son figure out his.

and this time I’m not so alone.

Here’s to just moving.

Whatever the hell direction it is.

3/29/21