“Eden is that old-fashioned House
We dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode
Until we drive away.

How fair on looking back, the Day
We sauntered from the Door –
Unconcious our returning,
But discover it no more.”

-Emily Dickinson

Wow this is such a true to life poem (aren’t they all?). I’ve been living at my father’s house for the past two weeks with my son until our apartment is finally ready (October sometime…YAY!). Although it is abolutely fantastic to be there, it just brings so much stuff back. I hated living there (the first couple of times lol), and only ever focused on the negative, but now as time has passed and everything has changed, I long for just one more day to go back to my childhood (preferrably the summer time) and laze around the house, maybe go outside on the swing set or in the kiddie pool, pulls some carrotts out of the garden when I don’t think my mother is looking and wash them off in the pool and eat them!

For all the time that I’ve spent complaining (and I’m sure I’ve got quite the logs on here!!), I just wish that I could have been greatful at the time for at least a moment. I am more than greatful now and hope that I can continue to practice this gratitude and put it toward everything I do. I am a very lucky person; I’ve got great friends, a family who loves me, and the world’s best boy. Anything else is just icing on the cake.