When I turned my key in the apartment door, I always felt the same sadness. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to be with my family. 

The move to Colorado back in 2005 had seemed like a good idea. It checked all the boxes. A good job for Michael, and a great school with a hockey team for Matt’s Senior year. It felt right since they had both helped me take such good care of my mom. Now, she had passed. Still, my gut was telling me “Don’t go”. Continue reading →