Why I’m Winging It

When I bought my condo I was knee-deep in a messy divorce, freshly fired from a miserable job and wallowing in rivers of uncertainty and insecurity. To personalize my new home and the next life passage, I hung a huge, orange wood butterfly with brown cord on my unit’s front door. Perfect. A symbol of new beginnings. That butterfly welcomed me home for nine+ years, so when a wing spontaneously dropped off the day my condo was officially listed for sale, I felt a strange bit of closure. Time to fly away, the butterfly said. And so I soon shall.

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