Salem, it’s been a hellacious year. Good, great, bad, and truly heinous at times. Today I say goodbye to this part of my life journey. Upward. Onward. Moving towards better days, moments, people, places, etc. I’ll be back, but not often. There wasn’t enough good left to hold me to one place. Phoenix in flight. 
“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.”
―Tupac Shakur
“Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.” ―François de La Rochefoucauld
“Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.”
-“Crossing the Bar,” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 