A year ago on Saturday, suffering from a serious bout of post-Disney blues, I sat down and posted the first regular blog on this little site.
As summer rolls around it’s the conversation coming up at dinner tables where millennial’s are gathering for barbecues up and down the country. But no, I don’t own my own home.
I’ve noticed more and more lately that I don’t have many memories I can draw upon. My memories are fading. I don’t mean recalling what I did last week – I mean real meaningful memories.
I’ve always been a stereotypical girl when it comes to getting married and my fairy-tale ending. As a huge fan of Disney, how could I not be?