“A buyer’s market,” they call it. What a journey.

So many things to consider, location, distance, year built, mortgage, insurance, property taxes, color choices, and the list goes on. Honestly, I don’t know how anyone does it without a realtor. A good one, I must say.

Don’t rush to respond to that question. Who are you, really? Not your name or what you do, but who you are at the core of your being.

If I’m honest, for the longest time it was easier to list everything I did to define who I was. The titles, roles, and responsibilities I carried became intertwined with my sense of identity. I’ve learned how fragile that foundation can be. Because if what we do is taken away, what’s left of who we are?

It was Saturday, July 23rd, 2011. I didn’t see it coming. It hit me like an avalanche to the face. It’s often like this, isn’t it? The least expected things are the ones that hit us the hardest. This one was no exception. I was left confused, angry, and desperate. Oh, but desperation can be a good thing, because it was desperation that drove me not to stay like that. I needed answers. And whether I liked it or not, deep down I knew where to find them. And I did.