
We spent the next few hours before nap time exploring our own back yard, looking for bugs and drawing with chalk wet from the previous week’s rain. I followed his small legs and his lead, doing whatever struck his fancy.
Where Champaign-Urbana Moms Meet

We spent the next few hours before nap time exploring our own back yard, looking for bugs and drawing with chalk wet from the previous week’s rain. I followed his small legs and his lead, doing whatever struck his fancy.
When you work at home, you’re a hamster on a wheel. You’re running all the time, and still the horizon never gets closer.
For the first 24 months of This Chambanan Life, I hated living here. And when I say “hate” I mean: “Wow, I hate this place with the heat of 1,000 suns, how can I get us the hell out of here as soon as humanly possible?”

Outside the car window, the sun hit the treetops and just for a moment I was reminded of home. Not the home where I live, but the home from whence I came. The home that made me who I am today, the home that I so rarely get to see.
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