I am sitting here in what has morphed into my usual writing spot.  It’s a chair that we bought second hand, it has spots of wear that show someone loved it before me. I love each spot of this chair because I like to believe that someone likely sat here passing the hours doing something they love, much like I am doing now. I like to imagine the happiness that someone else experienced sitting right here, before me.

This chair, this spot in my home has become very special to me in the last few months.  It is where I get my creative genius and not so create genius on.  It’s where I dream about our future and remember my past. In this place I feel most connected to myself.  It’s silly because it’s just a space, but yet in the last few months it has quite clearly become my