The Backyard

Now, back for a stop over in my high school home with my grandmother Grace (what would I do without her, I don't know), I get to see my kids experience this beautiful place in their way. This bridge is where I used to hang my legs and think. My thinking bridge is what I aptly use to call it.

Now, I sit on the porch and watch my youngest gather with his newly made friends.

Next door is the house I rented at the start of this last chapter, and as life would have it, this street and place will serve as a place for the next chapter to begin. Sometimes, life brings you full circle so you can gather new perspectives, a deeper understanding, and closure.

It doesn't surprise me that this journey also led me to be surrounded by water again. Which often represents healing and new beginnings.