She wonders if she belongs here, on the outskirts of a small, pastoral town, miles and miles from the place that she once called home. It’s much different than the skyscraper, glass city she was born in. Nothing shines with glitter and gold, or reeks of cheap perfume and bottles of spilled beer. It’s peaceful,…
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Traveling with Grief: Healing My Heart One Mile at a Time
Life has never been particularly interested in following my itinerary. Which seems like some sort of cruel joke, because I’m the best planner, the most detailed, and the most organized person you’ve ever met. But no matter how much I plan or how prepared I am, there’s always a detour somewhere along the road. It’s…