The thing about a wet winter is in the mountains when the snow starts to melt you get a lot of water running down making its own paths. I had to go walk around this morning to check it out. While the earth is flooding, I have to admit I've been feeling kind of flooded myself. I've been so busy, almost distracting myself from what I've really been feeling. I'm a bit emotionally overwhelmed at the moment. Nothing huge has been going on just little things that fester. Wyatt turning 16 (WOWZA) I wasn't quite ready for this whole thing... driving, girls, little steps to Independence. Then there's Kasey being 6... she got a sweet little phone call from a Big Twig friend on her birthday, it pretty much broke my heart. I miss old friends. I can't say that I've made new friends here. I'm involved in the community and I'm getting to know a lot of people, but no real connections. Then the other day I was following a link to look at houses Aunt Lynda has been looking at, and although I've avoided looking for months, curiosity go the best of me and I looked for our house. I found it... and the listing made me sad. All our hard work presented as a HUD home, for sale as is, like it's some sort of dump. It's not a dump, I even cleaned it before I left... although that was more than a year ago, so no telling what time has done to it. I feel like I've moved on and let go of the past, until almost like a haunted memory of a lost love one, something sparks the memory of the town that I called home, and the people I called friends.