After the next ice storm?
In the coming six months?
Upon moving to Chicago?
When the next tooth cracks?
At the follow-up eye appointment?
As we put the house up for sale?
During my two exams, three papers, four classes, and multiple assignments?
Once they've tallied unemployment for next month?
While we watch Ari's college fund stocks drop even further?
After I've tried some more to find a job?
When the next person is lost too young?
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I hope things start to look better soon. It sounds like it has been a rough few weeks.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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