Friday, August 5, 2011
Life has gotten stressful. When life becomes more than I care to handle I get away. That's right, I get away. I go to my Malawi. Yes, at 26 years old, I still want my mama. We came down last night to stay for the weekend. I love of at my moms house. There is just something about being in her home, with her company that clears my head. It's comfortable and comforting. I don't have to worry about all those things that haunt me in my own house. Even my husband is different...a good different. Maybe its just my mom...and the company she keeps. I can talk to her about anything. ANYTHING. I sit in front of her and things just spill. That's my therapy. I love my mom.