falling back.

Here we are, a million years later, and so much has happened but not much has changed.  I'm 50, soon to be 51. I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around that one. We live in Arkansas now. It's been 5 years now and it's been a mix of good and bad. My baby is a junior in high school now.  He's a great kid. So smart and inherently good. Also really anxious and struggling to find his people after covid and online school for his freshman year of high school.  Talk about bad timing. It's nice to be able to look back and see snippets of life from years past. I want to hang on to this space, like an old tattered photo album that no one cares to look at but me.