counting down

I have not been one for blogging. But I am really REALLY bad at my journal. It is funny how that works out. I used to be so good at writing in one. From the time I was in Jr. high I would write every night. Without fail. I remember once my HS boyfriend asking me to look back in my journal to see what we had done the year before on the 4th of July. I just rolled my eyes, but I knew I had probably written it down. Comes in handy that way.

I am leaving the security of this "blanket" I have had for the past 6 years. I have fallen so in love with Connecticut. Head over heels! I was so lost... and not able to even pull myself out of a rut I had gotten myself into 6 years ago. And I moved. I jumped in head first. I knew NO one out here. I had no idea where Old Greenwich even was! And I found myself on a plane. Flying to NYC and having no idea who it was that was even picking me up. He said his name was Joe. But I put complete faith in this situation. (sigh).

A year and a half after my first little guys. (Clem and Aub!) I found myself moving into the Pagliaro household. And found this little girl. This cute.. adorable little girl. and... she is now a mini Tara. And it is my favorite thing in the whole world.

and now.. it is time to leave. And I feel as though I am loosing my whole life. My heart and soul are here in this house. But it is time. It is time that Tara finds out who she is. And I am leaving my heart here. There is a song that talks about a man leaving his heart in San Fransisco. And I feel like I am leaving my heart in Wilton, CT.