I just got back from a week at home, staying at my parents’ which honestly was its own kind of village before any of this other stuff even happened. Having a place to land, someone else’s roof over our heads, my mom right there.
That’s support too, before I even left the house.
And I’ve been trying to put words to everything else that happened while we were there.
Here’s what that week actually looked like…
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