December 31, 2012

It's the eve of a new year, and four days since my world fell apart with the fire at our home. It's the end of our third night in a hotel, same clothes, smoke smell is everywhere. It's the green leaves on the wall and the popcorn ceiling and the green and white curtains that I have been sleeplessly staring at for three nights, it's my worst nightmare and I have to find a way to keep hoping, keep moving forward. We pick up the keys in about an hour to our new house, our temporary dwelling. It's so sad and yet there is some hope at the same time, a community and friends have surrounded us in their loving embrace. It is overwhelming and it's still sad. It's the eve of a new year and it can only get better from here.