August 2022 High/Low

God has not forgotten about me

I  went into the month of August with a plan. I was going to survive and not cry. Well I survived but I did cry. 

I started the month of August at my bestie’s home in Charleston. Then I went back to the Queen City and faced my reality. In the midst of facing my reality, I hung out with two great souls who are helping me face the world again. 

Then the emotional turmoil came and I was shaken again. I met up with someone I thought I knew; Someone who I had hoped would be my forever. Sorries were given. By gone was let go. Healing process had officially begun. 

I was able to travel back home to South Jersey and spend some time with my sister and walk the grounds that shaped me. I got a chance to go to Atlantic City with the family and walked the broadwalk again, eating unhealthy food and buying cheap sunglasses.  We also traveled to Jersey City and saw Lady Liberty. 

Fun Fact: part of the Statue of Liberty is in New Jersey. 

Gloucester Township, NJ will always be home to me. Whenever I hear about Philadelphia, I’m always reminded of childhood spent in South Jersey.

~xoxo