Today has been a crazy emotional day.

One year ago today, my breast surgeon called to tell me the needle biopsy came back positive for invasive lobular breast cancer.

Today, I moved.  Out of where I called home the last almost 14 years, out of an area that has been home since I was 12.

I have moved in with my sweet man as we start the journey of the rest of our lives together.

As I type this, the rain is starting to gently patter down.  And I sit at my dining room table clacking away and looking out the window every so often.

I am exhausted.  Emotionally as much as anything else.  I was long since ready to leave my former abode, but the bittersweet combination of happy, sad, and Malcolm in the Middle memories have made a whirl of my thoughts and emotions today.

Life is like a crazy patchwork quilt .  I love my sweet man and am where I am supposed to be, with whom I am supposed to be with.

As I closed and locked the door to my former abode one last time, I also closed a door in a sense to a chapter in my life.  Now I begin the next phase of my life.

Onward and upward, as they say.

I am home. And so is my heart.