My Home

Truth is, I hadn't expected to be almost 27 years old and a single parent who still lives at home with her parents. A lot of big things in life aren't always expected though. All through my early twenties I anticipated moving out. Heck, all through out my teenage life I couldn't wait to move out. Many things have happened though, things that have forced me to live at home with mom and dad and slowly but surely accept it with sincerity. It's the best thing for me and my daughter now. It can't be any other way. It should not be any other way. The best way right now, is this way. I have slowly learned to allow this home to be my place of rest. To accept most aspects of it as my own. To know that it was created for me and even designed for me. Knowing that I can lay down at night with my daughter safe and sound next door has helped me to know that this is my home.