My emotions have been sloshing around like messy surf or the coffee in the drink holder of my Mini.
I remember saying to myself, 'Well - that's it, it's gone - I'll never be really happy again.'
But since I've been up at our 'farm on the hill'. I feel like I've stepped out of a shadow into the light. I'm fighting to become that girl from long ago who arrived in a foreign country with a dream.
Being here is forcing me to remember the girl in the snapshot on my computer screensaver. Compelling me to remember again what I'd banished - making me feel light-hearted. Forcing me to forget that frightening and sunless time.
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