and it's comfort.

I feel like I've completely over blogged lately, but I am over it. I was sitting in my apartment today, just relaxing before class when I realized that my Mamoo is all over this apartment. Two crosses from her funeral are hanging in my living room. Some old books are sitting around as decor. I use some of her old dishes daily. I wear shoes and clothes (which are very cute, of course) that she bought for me weekly. I carry a precious gift of a purse that she gave me on my 18th birthday all the time. She is everywhere. I miss her, but this is comforting.


Love.
Miss you Mamoo.