Some people say I cry easily. I guess it’s true.

I feel things deeply. And I have no problem letting those deep feelings overflow in the form of big, fat, salty tears that roll gently, slowly, and sweetly down my cheeks.

I am at peace with crying. I’ve learned to be totally OK with it, because I know it washes away poison and creates a river in which happiness can flow.

Losing your home is like having your heart ripped out.

You feel lost, betrayed and battered.

Suddenly robbed of everything familiar, you stand alone in the wasteland of what once was your life, with no anchor, no security, no space, no place to which to retreat.