This was my spring. A lot of flowers had a chance to bloom–my career, my sense of adventure…my love for my family.
I moved a thousand miles away, and nearer in that last respect. It takes a plane to visit my parents now, but my sister is practically my neighbor! I thought I knew what city living was like, but Boston is a whole different speed for me. These days I take a commuter train in to work and nearly every morning it’s quieter than a library–50 people shuffling their shoulders in communal private time. Most people read on various screens but it’s given me time to make my quilt bloom as well.