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.
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.