little by little i have begun to find my way. all is new, all must be thought out and arranged just so. as my head falls into my pillow in the evening a list of things i must to the next day rushes in and my eyes never close. i am breathing, i stop and remind myself to do so. is it coming that feeling that lets you know you are home. i took a walk and visited the apple orchard, only one of my trees are blooming, she is tiny and weathered but she is lovely. i felt as if her blooms were letting me know that this chapter has started, that now i have begun a new way of living. she reminds me that little steps have brought me far and it is okay to rest them for after all you are home.