and somewhere in between . . .

Somehow July came and went. . . and so did August.

And somehow I stayed afloat. It's September now. (Thank God.) I made it (but then again, we all do, don't we?) I have some amazing friends. I really do. I have the kind of friends who call me and make me come out of hiding and insist on loving me, even when I don't feel lovable, or even like being loved. And I have a wonderful family who loves me, even though I've chosen a life that's a thousand miles away . . .

But there's so much more to tell . . . that happened. . . following the broken heart catastrophe . . . One of my wisest friends said, "cities, with all their beauty, culture, and opportunities, have this way of turning on people when they're at vulnerable points" . . . and that's exactly what happened during the month of August. . . to be continued!