I will be honest, I wasn't given time to mourn or grieve the loss of my son and it PISSES ME OFF!!! I had to go right back to work (told either come to work or get fired type scenario), not cry or get emotional around my kids, and act like everything is OK. Well, guess what people, that anger stage that we learned in Psychology class, the anger stage that our teacher told us happens in the grief process, WELL I'M THERE IN FULL FORCE.
I carried this baby 19 weeks, I felt him kick, move, jab. We had a name for him. My kids knew, my family knew, and people at work knew. Yet not even 3 weeks later and it seems everyone has forgotten the past 5 months have happened except for me. And I am NOT going to EVER FORGET!!! He was my child, my baby, that I carried in my body. I'm supposed to stay strong and not break down. I'm supposed to go to work and act like nothing ever happened. ARE YOU SERIOUS??????
"Just give it time. Take it day by day." Sure that's easy to say. The only people that know what I'm going through are the ones that have been through it themselves, and the ones that have never had to lose a child are the ones that keep trying to tell me everything will be ok. Really? When? When do you suppose I will forget the fact that I had to deliver a baby at 19 weeks knowing he couldn't live? When will I forget the fact that I was pregnant for 19 weeks? When will I forget all of that??? I'm never going to forget my son. I will never let the thought or idea or dream of him die. He might not be here on Earth with us but he is in my heart, my mind, and my soul. Take your "TIME" and shove it right up your ASS!
As for my angel Tucker, I love you son. I will always love you and will never forget that you existed for 19 weeks in my womb. I will never forget your kicks and jabs. Your memory is safe with me.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Oh What a Life....
Life. What is the meaning of Life? You're born, you live, you die. If you're lucky, you enjoy it and make amazing memories. Well, like my uncle Mark always said "If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all". Truer words have never been spoken.
I found out I was pregnant in May. Overjoyed and Happiness would be appropriate to describe how my husband and I felt. We had been trying for a while to conceive. My husband has 2 children, a girl and a boy. Me of course, having 2 girls, I just knew I would be blessed with my boy.
Well, I was blessed with a boy but also with many complications through out my pregnancy. At 16 weeks, after having severe pain with some bleeding, I made a trip to the hospital and an ultrasound was performed. Strong heart beat, growing baby, but very little amniotic fluid. Normal fluid ranges from 5 - 25, mine was 3.5. My doctor scheduled another ultrasound in 2 weeks and I was told to drink 64oz of fluids a day. Wow!! That's alot but I tried like she told me to do. 2 weeks later, 18 weeks pregnant, I went for another ultrasound. The news was not what we had expected or hoped for.
My amniotic fluid had dropped from 3.5 to 1.2. Reason being my baby did not have a right kidney and the left kidney was cystic and not functioning. With no fluid for the baby, he was unable to stretch or move, which is vital for a growing baby's bone growth and muscle function. I then had to make the hardest decision of my life.
That afternoon, after meeting with my doctor, my only options were to go ahead and deliver my baby boy at 19 weeks with no chance of sustaining life or wait and basically let nature takes it's course (meaning the baby would not have survived to full term or birth). Why? Why? Why? I was in more pain than any human being should ever have to feel. But because I did not want my baby boy to suffer, I made the decision to deliver him at 19 weeks and allow him to grow his wings and become my little angel.
I had to go through the whole labor and delivery process, as any women being induced would have to endure in order to birth a baby. Except, I knew the outcome would be very different. My baby would not come out crying. My baby would not come out ready for the world. My baby would have no chance of surviving.
My son, Tucker Michael Brousseau, was born at 9:15pm on August 14th, 2012. He was tiny, as you could imagine a baby would be at 19 weeks. I couldn't bare to see my son like that but my Husband spent time with him, checking all of his fingers and toes. My husband said he looked peaceful, like an angel. That comforted me but I still did not want to even imagine this baby that I had carried for 19 weeks lying there with no life in him.
The nurses at the hospital were amazing through out my 3 day stay there. They were compassionate, caring, held my hand, allowed me to cry to them, listened to my fears and fight back my tears. They made a memory box for my Tucker. They took pictures, put his blanket and gown in there, made his little footprints and handprints on a card. They comforted me and my husband, went above and beyond for us. I couldn't be more thankful for such wonderful people during the worst experience in my life.
So now, you see, why I ask why. Life. Although my Tucker was not able to live, he was a life. A life lost because God needed him more than we did. So that is why I ask What is life? Is it an idea, a thought, a story? It is all of the above. Not all of us get to necessarily live, but there is life. And life is what you make it.
God Bless
I found out I was pregnant in May. Overjoyed and Happiness would be appropriate to describe how my husband and I felt. We had been trying for a while to conceive. My husband has 2 children, a girl and a boy. Me of course, having 2 girls, I just knew I would be blessed with my boy.
Well, I was blessed with a boy but also with many complications through out my pregnancy. At 16 weeks, after having severe pain with some bleeding, I made a trip to the hospital and an ultrasound was performed. Strong heart beat, growing baby, but very little amniotic fluid. Normal fluid ranges from 5 - 25, mine was 3.5. My doctor scheduled another ultrasound in 2 weeks and I was told to drink 64oz of fluids a day. Wow!! That's alot but I tried like she told me to do. 2 weeks later, 18 weeks pregnant, I went for another ultrasound. The news was not what we had expected or hoped for.
My amniotic fluid had dropped from 3.5 to 1.2. Reason being my baby did not have a right kidney and the left kidney was cystic and not functioning. With no fluid for the baby, he was unable to stretch or move, which is vital for a growing baby's bone growth and muscle function. I then had to make the hardest decision of my life.
That afternoon, after meeting with my doctor, my only options were to go ahead and deliver my baby boy at 19 weeks with no chance of sustaining life or wait and basically let nature takes it's course (meaning the baby would not have survived to full term or birth). Why? Why? Why? I was in more pain than any human being should ever have to feel. But because I did not want my baby boy to suffer, I made the decision to deliver him at 19 weeks and allow him to grow his wings and become my little angel.
I had to go through the whole labor and delivery process, as any women being induced would have to endure in order to birth a baby. Except, I knew the outcome would be very different. My baby would not come out crying. My baby would not come out ready for the world. My baby would have no chance of surviving.
My son, Tucker Michael Brousseau, was born at 9:15pm on August 14th, 2012. He was tiny, as you could imagine a baby would be at 19 weeks. I couldn't bare to see my son like that but my Husband spent time with him, checking all of his fingers and toes. My husband said he looked peaceful, like an angel. That comforted me but I still did not want to even imagine this baby that I had carried for 19 weeks lying there with no life in him.
The nurses at the hospital were amazing through out my 3 day stay there. They were compassionate, caring, held my hand, allowed me to cry to them, listened to my fears and fight back my tears. They made a memory box for my Tucker. They took pictures, put his blanket and gown in there, made his little footprints and handprints on a card. They comforted me and my husband, went above and beyond for us. I couldn't be more thankful for such wonderful people during the worst experience in my life.
So now, you see, why I ask why. Life. Although my Tucker was not able to live, he was a life. A life lost because God needed him more than we did. So that is why I ask What is life? Is it an idea, a thought, a story? It is all of the above. Not all of us get to necessarily live, but there is life. And life is what you make it.
God Bless
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Be Who You Are, Not Who You THINK You Are...
There are so many people in this world trying to be someone they're not. I mean, if you don't want to be you, maybe you should change some things in your life... Lying to yourself and everyone around you only makes you look like the idiot in the end. "I'm with this person... We have this and that... I have so much money...". I mean really? You are a LIAR. You tell yourself and others things to make yourself look good, but really you look stupid.
Another thing that bothers me is you talk so bad about a person then you turn around and become their best friend. What is that about? Are we reliving glory days from our high school years? I don't think so. You're on your way to your 30's, you're not in high school anymore. Quit being so fake!
Posting pictures of yourself drinking and getting drunk with underage family members... That's super cute, let me tell you! At your age, posting pictures of yourself getting drunk is already unattractive. Then you have underage drinkers along with you. Wow. I want to be like you so bad, you're the best role model I've ever known.
And while I'm at it, do you really expect to find a good, decent man when you have cheated on husbands, had 4 different men in less than 3 weeks, and dress sluttier than the prostitute stuck on the corner of Cherry and Broadway? Sorry honey, but no good man wants a woman that has been around the block more times than her Pimp can count. Angels have wings, you're obviously still on the ground. That should be your sign.
It really bugs me when I tell someone something in confidence and they turn around and try to use it against another person. Do you honestly believe I will ever tell you something private again? What goes on between me and someone else might be told to you, but if it has nothing to do with you then you don't need to try to use that to your advantage. But no worries, you won't be trusted again. I always learn from my mistakes.
In closing: I've learned you can't trust many people. You might find one or two that are worthy, but don't open your mouth to the wrong ones. People are rarely who they say they are, only representatives of who they want us to believe they are. And unfortunately for most, you're fairytales are hardly believable.
So much to get off of my chest, so little space to do it in.....
Another thing that bothers me is you talk so bad about a person then you turn around and become their best friend. What is that about? Are we reliving glory days from our high school years? I don't think so. You're on your way to your 30's, you're not in high school anymore. Quit being so fake!
Posting pictures of yourself drinking and getting drunk with underage family members... That's super cute, let me tell you! At your age, posting pictures of yourself getting drunk is already unattractive. Then you have underage drinkers along with you. Wow. I want to be like you so bad, you're the best role model I've ever known.
And while I'm at it, do you really expect to find a good, decent man when you have cheated on husbands, had 4 different men in less than 3 weeks, and dress sluttier than the prostitute stuck on the corner of Cherry and Broadway? Sorry honey, but no good man wants a woman that has been around the block more times than her Pimp can count. Angels have wings, you're obviously still on the ground. That should be your sign.
It really bugs me when I tell someone something in confidence and they turn around and try to use it against another person. Do you honestly believe I will ever tell you something private again? What goes on between me and someone else might be told to you, but if it has nothing to do with you then you don't need to try to use that to your advantage. But no worries, you won't be trusted again. I always learn from my mistakes.
In closing: I've learned you can't trust many people. You might find one or two that are worthy, but don't open your mouth to the wrong ones. People are rarely who they say they are, only representatives of who they want us to believe they are. And unfortunately for most, you're fairytales are hardly believable.
So much to get off of my chest, so little space to do it in.....
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Change is Gonna Come...
Change is inevitable, good or bad. We all are victims of choice and our decisions either determine whether we made a mistake or came out on top. A year ago, I made the choice, the decision to move back closer to "home", to family. I lived 2-3 hours away from a family that I grew up being extremely close to. Well, people were definitely right in saying that the older you get, the farther you drift away from everything and everyone you used to know.
I came back though, optimistic and excited to be back closer to my loved ones. Well, a year later, I still feel just as alone and on my own as I did when I lived 3 hours away. I am 29 years old, married with 2 children, 2 step children, and 1 more on the way and guess what? I still haven't found my place on this earth. I still feel like I'm taking the path that someone else has paved the way to. My aunt tells me Happiness begins within, well maybe if I start living MY life for MYSELF I could start to experience some of that happiness. As of right now, I'm just taking a number and waiting my turn on the "Do what's right, not what makes you happy" train. Time for Change.
I've talked with my husband, and he too agreed that it was a mistake moving back "home". He says "I told you how it was going to be and you were too stubborn to listen to me". I finally agreed that my husband was right and I was wrong. Nevertheless, we're young and it's still not too late to move ahead in our lives. We will be discussing over the next several months of places to move to, somewhere with higher job opportunities and decent community to raise our children. It's time to venture back into the great unknown. My husband says he's happy being with me and wherever I go, he will go. Well, I'm going to be searching for what makes me happy. Living the life I want to live without the negativity from "family". Somewhere I can make new friends and still get to see the old ones. Somewhere in a land, far far away. Well, maybe not that far, but far enough. There's a whole world out there and I'm tired of being stuck in one of the worst parts of it.
So my friends, changes is gonna come....
I came back though, optimistic and excited to be back closer to my loved ones. Well, a year later, I still feel just as alone and on my own as I did when I lived 3 hours away. I am 29 years old, married with 2 children, 2 step children, and 1 more on the way and guess what? I still haven't found my place on this earth. I still feel like I'm taking the path that someone else has paved the way to. My aunt tells me Happiness begins within, well maybe if I start living MY life for MYSELF I could start to experience some of that happiness. As of right now, I'm just taking a number and waiting my turn on the "Do what's right, not what makes you happy" train. Time for Change.
I've talked with my husband, and he too agreed that it was a mistake moving back "home". He says "I told you how it was going to be and you were too stubborn to listen to me". I finally agreed that my husband was right and I was wrong. Nevertheless, we're young and it's still not too late to move ahead in our lives. We will be discussing over the next several months of places to move to, somewhere with higher job opportunities and decent community to raise our children. It's time to venture back into the great unknown. My husband says he's happy being with me and wherever I go, he will go. Well, I'm going to be searching for what makes me happy. Living the life I want to live without the negativity from "family". Somewhere I can make new friends and still get to see the old ones. Somewhere in a land, far far away. Well, maybe not that far, but far enough. There's a whole world out there and I'm tired of being stuck in one of the worst parts of it.
So my friends, changes is gonna come....
Monday, August 29, 2011
Roads
I can't believe of all the roads I have traveled, this is most exciting one thus far. Up until about 2 years ago, my journey had been rocky and turmulous. But I've been on a road lately that is taking me exactly where I've always wanted to go; to Happiness. I finally have my nursing degree. I finally have a man that treats me like I've always wanted to be treated. My kids are healthy and happy. What more could I ask for?
I must admit, I've taken for Granted what has been given to me. But that's not going to happen anymore. I know what I have and I know it's the most precious gift. I'm not letting it go either. I want it forever. What is that? Love. A man that loves me unconditionally and whole heartedly. A man that I love with everything that I could possibly love someone with. He is my best friend, my lover, my heart. I almost think I don't deserve him. He's too good to me. But, trust me, I'm not letting him go. Ever.
I must admit, I've taken for Granted what has been given to me. But that's not going to happen anymore. I know what I have and I know it's the most precious gift. I'm not letting it go either. I want it forever. What is that? Love. A man that loves me unconditionally and whole heartedly. A man that I love with everything that I could possibly love someone with. He is my best friend, my lover, my heart. I almost think I don't deserve him. He's too good to me. But, trust me, I'm not letting him go. Ever.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Timing is never perfect. It's never the right time. It's either too late or too soon. There's never enough or there's too much. Time. Something we can't control and we can't escape from. Some people say it's everything. Others say it is or is not on their side. We are given time, we may not like the amount, but it is given to us. We make the decisions what to do with it. Time is spent everyday, by our choices in life, either happy or sad, thankful or mad. Sometimes we don't know what to do with our time. We spend it daydreaming. Then when reality hits, we wish we had more time.
What will you do with your time? Will you make mistakes? Will you make progress? Living is nothing but time. And all this time you thought you were living....
What will you do with your time? Will you make mistakes? Will you make progress? Living is nothing but time. And all this time you thought you were living....
SomeTimes
When I hear a certain song or an artist, I think of a certain someone or something. It takes me back to the memory I was given. Sometimes good, sometimes bad.
I lie awake in bed, thoughts racing, about what might have been or what could have been. I imagine it always being fun and good and working out. But then I realize it's just a thought, not reality.
I talk to myself to actually hear what I'm thinking or doing. It helps me to get things off of my chest or simply make a decision. I am my own best friend.
I wish upon the stars that GOD has given me, not just the ones that shoot across the sky. Because I don't ask for much, I don't expect much.
I want to scream but nothing comes out. It's like my voice quit working or my mouth won't open. But one day when I do get this scream out, watch out world...
I laugh at things that make me angry. It's the only way to get over it.
I step out of the box in order to see all sides of it. I've learned not all sides are pretty or equal or even connected. It's kind of like my box is falling apart. But I get the glue and put it back together before stepping back inside.
I talk too much, but it's never enough.
I lie awake in bed, thoughts racing, about what might have been or what could have been. I imagine it always being fun and good and working out. But then I realize it's just a thought, not reality.
I talk to myself to actually hear what I'm thinking or doing. It helps me to get things off of my chest or simply make a decision. I am my own best friend.
I wish upon the stars that GOD has given me, not just the ones that shoot across the sky. Because I don't ask for much, I don't expect much.
I want to scream but nothing comes out. It's like my voice quit working or my mouth won't open. But one day when I do get this scream out, watch out world...
I laugh at things that make me angry. It's the only way to get over it.
I step out of the box in order to see all sides of it. I've learned not all sides are pretty or equal or even connected. It's kind of like my box is falling apart. But I get the glue and put it back together before stepping back inside.
I talk too much, but it's never enough.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Could things get any more ridiculous?
Some people. I tell ya. It's a constant battle from one extreme to another. The lies people tell, the actions of others that people put up with, the people that you call "friend" that prove you wrong. It's all a part of life. But sometimes in life, these things get a little out of hand.
It's amazing to me the lies a person will tell to make themselves look good. What's even worse is when they start actually believing their lies to be nothing else other than the truth. You may not like some of the things that happened in your past that continue to affect your present, but why hide it? You did it. Own it. Be an adult and be honest with yourself and others. Eventually, you will have told so many lies that you will begin to forget them. And that's when you get caught. One of my number one rules to follow is Karma: What goes around, comes around. Karma comes back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it. But there's also good Karma too. Unfortunately for certain people that this paragraph pertains to, you do not have any good Karma. You never will. Your lies have ruined and are ruining people's lives. It's not funny or cute. Lying and being dishonest only makes you look bad and shows what kind of person you are.
Then you have people out there cheating, using and abusing their privileges, and quite frankly, acting like idiots. What is the point in using someone just so you don't have to work or take care of your responsibilities? You decided to have children, you should help support them. Not leave it up to someone else to do. Then decide when the going gets tough, to leave and find someone else to prey upon. Grow up. Get a life. Get a job. And quit using people.
This brings me to the true meaning of "Friendship". What is the true meaning? Well, my definition goes a little something like this; a person that will stand by your side in any situation, will listen when you need to be heard, will lend you their shoulder when you need to cry, will never judge you or lie to you, will be there to lend a helping hand even when you didn't ask for one, will love you unconditionally. Seems true friends are extremely hard to find these days. Then I come to my next subject, "Convenient Friends". These are those that want you to listen to them but never want to hear what you have to say, those that need your help but run when you need theirs, those that only call when they're bored, or need someone to go out with. I don't like these people. Once I find out that a person is on my friend at their convenience, I say "toodaloo". I don't want nor need these people in my life. I have had some awesome friends in my life that have been there for me through everything. And I've been there when they've needed it.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The Time has Come
Yes it has. To grow up. Fight your own battles and quit getting your parents involved in everything. We're adults, or at least we're supposed to be. Why is your mother harassing us and getting involved in business she has absolutely nothing to do with? I'm so sick of people acting like they can't take a crap without having their mommy wipe their butt. I mean really?
I've been on my own since I was 16 years old. I have never gotten my mom involved in any type of argument or situation that might arise in my life. I fight my own battles. Don't get me wrong, my mom has been there for me to vent to and to give advice, but she has never gotten involved. I'm so sick of dealing with "adults" that still act like children. GROW UP!!!!
Oh, and while you're growing up.... get a life too.
I've been on my own since I was 16 years old. I have never gotten my mom involved in any type of argument or situation that might arise in my life. I fight my own battles. Don't get me wrong, my mom has been there for me to vent to and to give advice, but she has never gotten involved. I'm so sick of dealing with "adults" that still act like children. GROW UP!!!!
Oh, and while you're growing up.... get a life too.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
When a Heart breaks, No, it don't break even....
I never said I was suffering from a broken heart, oh no. But maybe a little bit of "feelings hurt" would be the appropriate response. This year so far has had so many ups and downs that the Free Fall at Six Flags couldn't even handle the volume. From jobs to relationships to finances.... Lawd have mercy me.. I need a change and I need it fast. Of course, one is coming soon, but I sure hope it is a change for a better like I'm imagining. We all know my imagination can run wild sometimes.
When it comes to jobs, I loved my first official job as an LPN. The doctor's office I worked at gave me alot of experience in seeing different procedures, starting IV's, and medications. I loved the doctor's I worked for and the people I worked with. But the drive became a bit much, as we all know GAS has become a huge factor in why most Americans are going broke. So I had to look for something closer. Came across what I thought would be an awesome job but I was dead wrong. I was hired as a nurse and ended up being a Secretary. I sit here wondering "What in the world did I work so hard in Nursing school for if this is what I'm doing?". I've been lied too, degraded, and simply unappreciated. So, it made the decision to move back closer to home much, much easier. Of course, I'm moving back in with my mom (first time in 12 years) and won't have a job waiting so we'll see....
Then relationships. Financial problems cause relationship problems. Simple as that. Fighting, arguing, lying, hiding, and the list could go on and on. Love isn't always the glue that keeps two people together. You still need the humor and the passion. You need to be able to not sweat the small stuff and deal with the large stuff. So needless to say, it hasn't been perfect. But hey, what is?
Oh Financial crises that has everyone on the edge of their seats. Underpaid, overworked, unappreciated, and always in limbo of where we stand in our financial situations. It's enough stress paying bills, imagine the stress of wondering HOW you are going to pay bills. So many people deal with this worry everyday. I am one of them. God somehow has blessed me, in that I have yet to have anything shut off or unable to make payment. But that's not to say I don't still worry about it. Even in my most comfortable state of mind, my main worry is how my bills will get paid. Lord forbid something happen to me, I wouldn't know how in the world I would survive, much less provide for my children.
Then you have certain People (no names will be mentioned) that decide to play your emotions like a game on XBOX. One day they talk to you like you're their best friend, the next day they act like they never knew you. They tell you things to pull you into their sick and twisted game then release you to fall and slam into the ground. Pretty harsh wake up call I guess. But it still sucks. And you know who you are. We all go through personal crises, doesn't mean you cut someone out of your life completely. Try considering other's feelings before you make the decision to treat them like crap. They might actually be worthy of a lasting friendship. But you'll never know, will you? But never the less, I've moved on from it. Just another lesson learned. It was fun while it lasted.... blah, blah, blah.
Honestly, Adele - 21 has been the soundtrack of my life lately. Every time I listen to it (everyday), it speaks to me in different ways. She sings how I feel and I feel what she is singing.
But on my new journey, my new beginning, my new move back home, I wish the bad luck to evade me and for life to give me the chance to live a content and fullfilling existence. Bid me farewell to this portion of my life and welcome me to a new chapter. I am ready. I am ready. I am so ready....
When it comes to jobs, I loved my first official job as an LPN. The doctor's office I worked at gave me alot of experience in seeing different procedures, starting IV's, and medications. I loved the doctor's I worked for and the people I worked with. But the drive became a bit much, as we all know GAS has become a huge factor in why most Americans are going broke. So I had to look for something closer. Came across what I thought would be an awesome job but I was dead wrong. I was hired as a nurse and ended up being a Secretary. I sit here wondering "What in the world did I work so hard in Nursing school for if this is what I'm doing?". I've been lied too, degraded, and simply unappreciated. So, it made the decision to move back closer to home much, much easier. Of course, I'm moving back in with my mom (first time in 12 years) and won't have a job waiting so we'll see....
Then relationships. Financial problems cause relationship problems. Simple as that. Fighting, arguing, lying, hiding, and the list could go on and on. Love isn't always the glue that keeps two people together. You still need the humor and the passion. You need to be able to not sweat the small stuff and deal with the large stuff. So needless to say, it hasn't been perfect. But hey, what is?
Oh Financial crises that has everyone on the edge of their seats. Underpaid, overworked, unappreciated, and always in limbo of where we stand in our financial situations. It's enough stress paying bills, imagine the stress of wondering HOW you are going to pay bills. So many people deal with this worry everyday. I am one of them. God somehow has blessed me, in that I have yet to have anything shut off or unable to make payment. But that's not to say I don't still worry about it. Even in my most comfortable state of mind, my main worry is how my bills will get paid. Lord forbid something happen to me, I wouldn't know how in the world I would survive, much less provide for my children.
Then you have certain People (no names will be mentioned) that decide to play your emotions like a game on XBOX. One day they talk to you like you're their best friend, the next day they act like they never knew you. They tell you things to pull you into their sick and twisted game then release you to fall and slam into the ground. Pretty harsh wake up call I guess. But it still sucks. And you know who you are. We all go through personal crises, doesn't mean you cut someone out of your life completely. Try considering other's feelings before you make the decision to treat them like crap. They might actually be worthy of a lasting friendship. But you'll never know, will you? But never the less, I've moved on from it. Just another lesson learned. It was fun while it lasted.... blah, blah, blah.
Honestly, Adele - 21 has been the soundtrack of my life lately. Every time I listen to it (everyday), it speaks to me in different ways. She sings how I feel and I feel what she is singing.
But on my new journey, my new beginning, my new move back home, I wish the bad luck to evade me and for life to give me the chance to live a content and fullfilling existence. Bid me farewell to this portion of my life and welcome me to a new chapter. I am ready. I am ready. I am so ready....
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