after all (always)



swirling emotions these past few days.

perimenopause is real.

but also, life isn't always fun or easy or nice and some days just breathing is a challenge.

transitions are hard. taking leaps is hard. trust is hard.

anyway. I got through it, we all got through it.

And Peru continued being interesting and beautiful and not-quite-home. (we leave tomorrow night.)

and today was (finally) closing and our old house is no longer our house and we don't have to worry about it (not) selling and having a mortgage and rent and yay. it's a huge burden lifted.

so, there's that.

and then we get home from our celebratory dinner and I made the mistake of checking the news.

and the anxiety returned, but in a different, weltschmertz sort of way.

ebb and flow, always.