The strange mom

I mean, I guess I do, but not really. I’ll see a trip package or advertisement for somewhere and think, “that could be fun”. But, I feel like my world has become so much smaller over the last 10 years, yet so much more in depth at the same time. Long, winding depths of realities that I never even knew existed. And, some that I kinda wish didn’t.

So now, when I think of a planned destination, it’s usually towards healing someone or something and/or a school field trip. And a Mom retreat here and there.

Also, usually there’s a stroll down the boardwalk in OCNJ if I am lucky.

Yes…that’s wiz and broccoli on tater tots.

I think of life “as the destination”. The top place I am trying to live in and be aware of, the most. Some days are really hard. And some days it’s extremely trying to remind myself that I have finally figured out that, I got this.