I lost my home.
My deceased sister’s dog had to be put down.
I lost many clients.
My savings pulled me through.
I had a breakthrough in my relationship with my parents.
I decided I definitely want a child before I get too old.
I had to file a police report for theft and burglary.
I’ve loved the circus our political system has turned into.
I decided I wanted another degree . . . from Trump University and was crushed that when I discovered it failed and is no longer in existence.
I bought a new home.
I officially move in on the fifth of March.
My deceased sister would have turned 35 on the 24th.
I went to NC to visit her grave.
I’ve never been so cold in my life.
I was assaulted over a plane seat. I didn’t move my things fast enough for the owner of the seat so the person’s friend/relative pushed my things on the ground, pulled my hair, and shoved my head.
I was reunited with my cat, as she went to stay in NC for a little while so I could straighten out the sale of the home.
My cat had shots and was spayed.
I’m excited about what the future holds.