Hi Chippy

The urge yesterday was resisted in sending a quick hello to a sibling who spent his life buddying up with an abuser, yet I love him- Seth.

The abuser, the only living one left, Tom, moved out west, while Seth moved to the city here. He emailed me a hello.  

Then I dreamt a recurring dream that comes with a feeling of having no place to call home albeit having a physical home.

Makes sense. Growing up, that wasn’t a home, it was a place of terror.

Now I tend my gardens, talk to chipmunks, and make a place inside myself to call home.  

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