Keys jingle in the lock and the door swings open. Empty walls and empty rooms, waiting to be filled. An air mattress to sleep on until the moving truck arrives. Every creak of floorboards echoes through halls. Welcome home.
Turning on the news lately makes me want to scream, but like a tragic roadside accident, I cannot look away. There is so much that I want to say, but I can’t. I am afraid that if I open the floodgates even a little, I will never be able to close them again. All of those words, memories and tears will just come falling out and I won’t be able to stop them. So instead, I focus on my happy place. For years, my happy place was not a real place at all. Instead it was a state of mind that I could take anywhere. I would put my headphones…