I feel like I am reading a storybook of someone else’s life. A book that only allows one page to be read at a time with long waits between pages (the most frustrating way to read a book especially when a page ends midway between a sentence!). Yet I can’t put the book down. As I finish each page I can hardly wait to read the next. The more pages I turn the farther I seem to find myself from the end of the book. Each page brings more twists and turns to the story that is unfolding…

            The story, my life, is about to turn another page and find itself at the beginning of yet another chapter. A new adventure awaits, a new chapter is about to begin...