Talking Heads

It's weird and bittersweet to say good bye to this house. Besides the normal memories - the kids being babies here or Matt's returns from trips away, I have my memories of going through chemotherapy and the year I was off from work for medical leave.

I spent a LOT of time on the couch in my living room that year. 

I confronted a few of the leftover souvenirs of this chapter in my life. I  so grateful to say that it is a closed chapter with a happy ending.

A few of the things I threw/donated/packed away brought back some memories of what I have overcome, but none as funny as these guys:

They used to hold my wigs! Now I use them to store my hats.