Guess we couldn’t escape without Catty Karla getting one last lick in. While Craig and I were running another load of things to the storage unit, she came over to get some family paintings and stuff. She apparently lit into Mom. Mostly about my thing with Poppa over the phone, but also for us leaving.
It is ON. Karla, Poppa, Grandma, Caroline… I’m going to prove you wrong!
My fear will be a catalyst for my new life! I’ll take this leap of faith… I will succeed.
In the words of Yoda: Do, or do not. There is no try.
Gotta go. Love you all.
XOXO