happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling
Two years ago, I helped my father sort through all his things when he moved to a single room in a care home (I wrote a little bit about that here, as I had just restarted this blog in that period). It was a sad time and very exhausting, but I’m so glad I did…
(Oh hi! Don’t ask me where I’ve been. I don’t really know myself.) I was uploading the very few pictures I took the past three months and found this gem. “Oh”, I thought, “that would have been a good one for the blog. Cute, but his face isn’t recognizable.” And then I realized I could…