When will I be home again? Maybe in a way I could never have imagined. What’s a dream of a small child to grow up to have a husband, home and children? Struggling through life from leaving Mama and Daddy, for half of life jumping from one apartment or house to another living and being a chameleon. Making a home inside the walls of another. Always grateful for the roof over our heads. But what happened, wrong and bad choices, good choices? Maybe this all along was my path to be the person I am today. Being the black-sheep the ‘problem’ the identified issue to be dealt with, but here I sit looking at the lessons I have been blessed to learn, thank God I did learn, I am a grateful and hopefully humble woman of God, and I deserve nothing. I work hard at being the best me I can come up with every day. But blessings I may ask but in no way do I deserve anymore than to have my needs meant. This is how blessed I am today.

If our offers go through in two months I may wake up in my own home. Sixty and sixty-five this year to come, our first home for the both of us. I am in awe right now.

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