So about a year ago my husband and I decided to uproot ourselves. Tracci took a job closer to family and in two weeks we were all packed, moving our things into storage, and living with relatives until we figured out housing. Fast forwards till now and we are still looking. To say I’m fruatrated with the situation is an understatement.
I have been trying to reflect on the past year as a learning experience about myself and I don’t particularly like what I see. I have been selfish, crabby, not present, and at times down right bitchy.