I do not remember the day I moved out of my parent’s home. It must have been anti-climactic, because I truly have no recall of it. I remember my first place with my roommate, Jill. I remember we lived on a less than shoestring budget. I remember my parents coming to check the place out … Continue reading Empty Nesting a Broken Wing: Part 1 →

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