Little do we know...
Little do we know. So this is me in March of 2015 at @txsc. Waking up to the mountains and camping out with some of the best women I've ever encountered.
I spent the entire day after I got home crying because of how clear I was on the change I wanted and the choices needed to get there.
In April I broke in hives and was diagnosed with Hashimotos.
That same month, after a recommendation from a friend (who knew I wanted to move) I visited Vermont for a weekend.
We left knowing it would become home.
We were gone the morning of July 1st. Because little do we (ever) know. And guess what? That's totally ok ♡