I leave in 2 weeks to deal with my dad’s estate (accept the will, keys, etc) and I’m stressing out. I’m stressing out about what I’m leaving behind (for 21 days!) and what I’m heading into. I have a little faith in what will happen here at home… not so much faith in what will happen there.

If all goes according to plan (hahahaha it’s Greece… nothing goes as planned), this should be the beginning of the end and hopefully allow for a) some closure and b) the opportunity for a new beginning of healing and living.

Fingers crossed I don’t take a flying leap…