Starting over is no stranger to me. I moved twelve times in twelve years in college with my faithful dog and cats, my wine boxes packed to the brim with books, more pictures than I had walls for. Every move held new hope. Tomorrow is no different. But, tomorrow’s hope is something that I really want, and that gives me a new kind of hope. Tomorrow is trying to make a child’s dream come true. The small girl who tried to save every animal hurt by her cats or her dogs or just by life, is getting a chance to save animals for a living and to help others do the same. Like the broken-winged birds that I found the perfect size boxes for, this job feels like the perfect fit for this broken-winged bird. My wings will heal. They already are from choosing what I want and not what I have always done. Here’s to new beginnings, again…