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.