Portugal

I have finally arrived at the house my parents have lived in for thirty years. I should have been here in April 2020 to deal with everything that goes with a death, or in my case, two deaths. We all know how the panned out. So eighteen months later I am finally looking at the view that never failed to satisfy. I am home at last. My other home. And it is good to be here, even as it is bitter-sweet without my parents around, and there is a lot to do, as well as recharging my soul.