Last night, I had a full on meltdown. The reality of moving around so much in the past year caught up with me. Finn and I have all of our clothes at my parents now, and I am so glad we are there, but I’m just plain worn out. I let myself admit it, let the tears fall, and felt somewhat better.

Finn seems to be adjusting well after a few days now. He and his Papa are having so much fun together, and his Didi always comes up with creative projects and things to do. I am so lucky to have them right now.

Again, I find myself thinking about single moms who do it on their own with not only one, but also multiple children. I don’t know how they do it. I have a new appreciation for patient-thin moms in grocery stores yelling, “Timmy, get your butt over here! Leave your sister alone!”

The house is still on the market, but we are hoping that with spring coming, the right buyer will appear.

At the end of January, I had a great trip away to the beach in Miami. We also went to Key West for a day, and explored the Hemingway Estate. I was so inspired by the stories of his life, his wives, and his work. It was a good kick in the butt to get back to work. I bought a moleskin journal in the gift shop and jotted down more notes for the next novel, Tennessee.

After moving the rest of my furniture to storage at the end of this month, I hope to find something of a writing schedule again, and rejuvenate that part of my life that I have missed so much.