Had a rush of sadness/mourning a moment ago. I was in my laundry room still organizing things from moving here to our new apartment. I opened a bag and saw all our gardening gloves. As funny as it may sound, my heart stopped for a moment. I miss owning a home. I miss working in the yard. I miss planting a garden; the planning, the tilling as soon as Spring starts whispering in the air, the excitement as my children decide what we need to grow this year.

Sigh.