
When I was small I talked about home, school and friends. I journaled when we moved, which was often, and about how I felt about that. It was usually awful.
When I got to be an adult I wrote about home, the community, our kids and friends. I also journaled about moving, which was not quite so often, and how I felt about that. Sometimes I was excited, sometimes regretful.
So here I am today, writing again. It has been a life's work of which I am proud.
Cross-posted at Southwest Blogger
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