This is Peanut Butter Brickle. Sometimes, a dream in life feels like, well, just a dream. Life has a way of occupying us with the things we need to do to just make it thru each day. And sometimes, that’s all we can do. Sometimes, that’s ok.

But sometimes, we also have to look past the things that get in our way to remember that dream. Sometimes, we have to cut thru a lot of thorns to get to the dream. Especially if your house is in that Italy place…a third of a mile up a skinny path… with many, many not skinny thorns.

Yesterday, we made it to that Portofino, Italy place. After another drive. And we made it. It was busy. And beautiful. And I couldn’t believe we were there.

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But we were there. And it’s taken us a long time to get here with many, many twists and turns. With many tears shed. With many doubts. But one thing is for sure. Never doubt me. Even on the days I get tired. Even on the days I remember my age. Because I am strong. And no thorns are going to keep me from the next chapter of my story. But I will have to wait on Boy Person to cut them down.

You see, when we got to that Portofino place yesterday, where our house is, there was a slight problem. Boy Person wanted to make sure that first of all, the house was still there. And that it was safe for me and Fruitycake and Girl Person to go see it. So he set off with a backpack and some water and we waited. For hours. The thorns had overtaken the path to the house. After all, it’s been a year since he has been there. And these aren’t just any thorns. These aren’t just any vines. They mean business. If that business is trying to torture you. They are always open for business. So we kept waiting.

By the time Boy Person got back, he was not looking so good. But we had waited this long. And we were right there. Right there.

And he had made it passable. If he carried me the whole way. And he did. And we did. And I made it. To my house. Boy Person may have been carrying me. But Digby was too. And I was going to enjoy this moment for the both of us.

I know it’s hard to believe. But I never stopped believing in me. I never doubted I would see my house. And I believe in you. But you have to believe in you. Don’t let the giant thorns of life stop you from anything!! It’s ok to take a break. But gather your strength. And cut those thorns down.

I’ll be sharing so many videos and pictures from yesterday. We didn’t want to spoil the surprise. And we also wanted to enjoy the moment. And although we even shed some tears yesterday, and doubted even those last steps, we pushed thru.

Honestly, and I’m always honest, this is just the beginning. To say there is a lot of work is an understatement. A huge one. The first thing that has to happen is to get the path better. We can’t walk that every day. We have to cut thru these weeds to even see what has to be done to the house. And we are going to try our best, well, Boy Person is, to make it comfortable for me in a week or two while we stay somewhere close by.

I have so much to tell you. But we are a bit exhausted from yesterday. And that goes for our hearts too. I’m here. I’m home. But this isn’t the end of my story. This isn’t the end of our story. Don’t leave me now. This adventure has just begun.

–Peanut Butter Brickle

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