Then again, maybe my fear of owning property comes from watching my parents struggle to live together before their separation. Maybe it stems from watching them do this clumsy dance around each other in the initial days of their trial separation, attempting to keep my brother and I in the house we’d grown up in, while trying not to live together. It was an awkward time, one I vaguely remember. What I remember most about that time, however, is love. Unadulterated, unequivocal love.

A Birthday Post: A few words on why 2014 was horrible, and why 2015 will be full of hard work.