
09/20/2025
It still feels surreal that these are my mornings. 🥹
For those who are new here..
I signed on this home last year, and just two weeks later, I lost my dad to su***de. This property became more than just land…it became a place where I could work through my grief in a tangible way.
We’re now coming up on the one-year anniversary of moving here, and also the anniversary of my dad’s passing. On top of that, I recently lost my nana. So, to say the emotions have been heavy is an understatement.
I’ve been in foster care. I’ve been homeless. I’ve been caught in things I had no business being in. Statistically, I’m not supposed to be here; sitting on the lawn of my own home. But I am. And I’m grateful for every single day I get to call this place mine.
When I say I’ve poured my heart and soul into this homestead, I mean it. And I couldn’t have done it without my husband, his hands have built what my heart has dreamed.
This isn’t just a house. It’s healing. It’s growth. It’s proof that even when life breaks you down, beauty can still rise from the cracks.