Love is healing

Love picked my broken heart off the floor, wiped away my salty tears and helped me believe that I could start over. It came in different places, times and faces over the years, holding me when I was falling to pieces. Even if temporarily, love lifted my spirit and stopped me from giving up. Whether in the face of a kind stranger or a loving animal, love chose me. And so, I will always choose love.

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When your person feels like home

Home to me has always been where I grew up, an address I remember almost instantaneously. And in the last few years, it’s mostly been a memory decked with stills of my childhood and young adult life. But the more I think about it, considering, the attachment isn’t with the house itslef but with those that make it home – family, friends, pets, moments. Home has always been these peoeple that ease every question and worry by really being around you with no barriers and restrictions.

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