I’m inadvertently acting out a metaphor and it’s comforting.
February 18th marks three months since I packed my family of four and six pets into my Rav 4 Hybrid and left my desert McMansion in Arizona for a hundred-year-old fixer-upper walking distance to an adorable small town in Connecticut. I did this like my hair was on fire. Like my life depended on it. I’m certain my soul did.
