no title yet because I have literally no idea what I'm doing. I'm all over the place, going back and forth between grief poetry and poems about my 'silly little crushes'. I quit my corporate job, and opened up a bookstore in my late husband's hometown just to realize he was right all along - I shouldn't have moved there. So once again, I turned my life upside down, I closed down the store, and this time moved across the country... all the way to Texas where I was supposed to find a 'real job'. Instead, it's been three months and I have found myself sitting in East Austin right next to the trailer I bought and remodeled into a mobile bookstore. I still have no clue what the hell my plan is. no title yet is the title because I'm embracing the unknown. For the first time in my life, I'm okay with whatever happens next. I mean, I don't think it gets any worse than losing the love of your life at the age of 26... does it?