Boy is it good to be home. A simple walk through green space accompanied only by the wild flowers and I am reminded of the peace so freely available to us. Yesterday I chose to ignore any pride and admit momentary defeat: I called my parents and asked them to pick me up from Lancaster…
Happy Monday lovelies! Wowee, the last twenty four hours have been completely the opposite of the contents of my last post. And for that, I am grateful. This morning I had my first written exam of the season. It was not by any means 'good' and there was inevitably so much more I could have…
As I sit outside, the birds tweeting their last tweets, and the sunset filling the sky with a pink hue, I can't help but worry. It is the last thing that I should be doing, yet the only thing I seem to be doing. And I'm no longer quite sure why that is. The dwindling…
