As I recently wandered the streets of the small town in New England where I grew up, I noticed how much had changed and yet how much still looked the same. Nostalgia led me to some significant spots, which I’d never taken my husband to. We were both surprised when we realized that I’d never taken him to them. I don’t know whether life was just too full or I wasn’t ready to revisit them but whatever the reason, this trek down memory lane was healing. And one thing I realized as was how good the stories felt to share.
when your life tells a different story
when your life tells a different story
when your life tells a different story
As I recently wandered the streets of the small town in New England where I grew up, I noticed how much had changed and yet how much still looked the same. Nostalgia led me to some significant spots, which I’d never taken my husband to. We were both surprised when we realized that I’d never taken him to them. I don’t know whether life was just too full or I wasn’t ready to revisit them but whatever the reason, this trek down memory lane was healing. And one thing I realized as was how good the stories felt to share.