Betty has a set of little wooden houses and I found myself drawn to them the other night.
I find myself in a little "house" trying to make it into my home. I close my eyes and I am back in my house that is not my house, clearly was not my house and yet IS MY HOUSE.
I stare at this red wooden house and somehow it is me right now. I am wooden and small and a little cute in a weird fake way. Here I stand in my neighborhood of family and friends who are trying to prop me up until I am strong enough to stand alone again.