Firsts and Lasts and the Moments In Between

The last Christmas with Michael and his family.

The first Christmas without my mom who passed away suddenly in March a few weeks before her 56th birthday.

The first time packing and moving in five years.

The last weekend in this apartment.

The first page of a new chapter.

But it’s not the first and probably won’t be the last time I wait until the absolute very last moment to pack. Anyone who sees me online tonight is hereby encouraged to remind me to get back to work.

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