When I decided to Hit the Pause Button.
When I have an overwhelming feeling or experience or a mood swing-ishness I write, and explain, and publish, because it’s in all entirely freeing and it’s almost like a scratch you can’t itch, it does not stop scratching until you’re able to reach that spot, find some weird object that enables you to get to the spot, and itch the damn thing. This is me itching and getting the damn spot. Growing up, I always was fortunate enough to always have family around. I was never more then 20 minutes away, and was always able to make it home if I needed to be home. This was familiar to me, and I really didn’t know anything but. What I realized was how much I missed this when I moved away, and wasn’t able to jump in my bug/s (if you know me you know) jeep, or whatever I was driving at that time and hop in my car and go to my grandma’s house to make applesauce, or go to my grandma’s house for stuffed shells, or go upstairs and simply sit in the same room as my brot...