It’s unfair to compare an old life to a new one, but that’s what I keep doing this week. I look back on photos and memories that are just that and I wonder if I made a mistake. I’ve made new friends and memories in this new life too, but they hold a different weight. I had my first big cry, the other day, since moving here 3 weeks ago, but instead of looking at it as a sign of weakness I try to remind myself it’s a sign of change. My heart is healing, my doors are opening, my world is expanding, and these are growing pains.