Here’s a brave friend I want to help out. Holly has a passion for life and she wants to write about it, which is amazing since every word is a struggle for her. I hope you can spare a few seconds and go give her an encouraging comment.
I’m sitting in my new neighborhood park. It’s interesting. Like you have to watch your back kind of, yet peaceful. I like my new apartment; it reminds me of my grandma’s house because it’s old. So, it was easier to feel at home right away, but, man, I don’t like the carpet because it’s harder to move the Hoyer Lift around. I can’t come and go out of my apartment myself because it’s not a big enough space to open the door for my wheelchair, but it still may be possible with a little bit of work. I don’t know if it’s even worth me moving, but I hope it is. This is all teaching me patience and not to be so stubborn in my ways… maybe. I’m not feeling the hippie vibe I wanted to feel, or new energy. I feel stagnant, even more than when I moved. Maybe…
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Sean Davis 