When Love Isn’t Enough

On Saturday afternoon I stopped at Safeway and bought two flavors of gelato and then I came home and scrubbed my floor.

I’m a stress-eater and a cathartic cleaner. By the size of my physical self, I have too much stress in my life. By the state of my house, I could use more catharsis.

I realized as I knelt on my floor, scrubbing and buffing my hardwood-esque living room/dining room/kitchen floors, that it was precisely a year ago that I was scrubbing my other house’s floors and needing catharsis over ending that chapter in my life. Continue reading