617

617. That’s my lucky number. 6/17, my birthday. For years my lucky number has been 6 and 17. But that’s always been it, 617, my number. A few months ago, I started seeing 617 everywhere. Like, everywhere. Every day I would see the time on the clock 6:17 in the morning and the evening. I’dContinue reading “617”

Grief, Guilt, and Moving On (literally)

I’m moving. In less than two weeks, I’m packing everything up and starting a new chapter in a whole new state. This has been exciting and something I’m looking forward to, but recently I’ve been feeling a lot of grief and guilt come up. Grief and guilt about Kirby and Daisy. Our life together wasContinue reading “Grief, Guilt, and Moving On (literally)”