I really don’t know how to lie. It comes naturally for me to speak my truth, and yes, sometimes it gets me in trouble.
On another note, I’ve admitted numerous times on my blog, I have trouble letting go of what I don’t have control over.
Stick with me, I plan to tie these two statements together. We’re going deep into the recesses of my mind today. Could be a horror show, so be prepared.
No, it’s not what you think. I’m not a liar. It’s just that I thought honesty meant virtue. I’ve recently realized that I’m too honest, because telling the truth isn’t always flattering or pretty.
Have you ever been baffled by someone in your family? Okay, let me clarify.
So, due to the high cost of living and job insecurity in the Chicago area, we found a more financially sound place to live in Florida.
This meant, I needed to say goodbye to all of my family and friends, which was not an easy task.
This is not an after-Christmas, Christmas post about comfort and joy during the holidays. It’s about something else entirely.
We’ve been in our new, old hometown for five months now. For those of you who haven’t read here before, I call it my new, old hometown, because twenty-seven years ago I moved away from where I grew up. Now I’m back.
