I know that the change to a new year is just an arbitrary line in the sand, a mark of time passing that really means nothing.

Yet, I am hopeful that 2016 will be better than 2015 was for my family and me. A quick recap of the bad of 2015:

I got a serious infection/abscess in my leg. I ended up with massive surgery that has not healed yet. My lymphedema got markedly worse. A long hospital stay happened.

My Aunt Rosie had a major stroke. She is doing better, but not 100%.

My Aunt Sue died, a couple weeks later, her husband, Uncle Dan, my Daddy’s only brother, died from lung cancer. He never smoked a day in his life.

I think I’m still processing all of that.

Granny went further and further into the Alzheimer’s. She is gone from us. The shell remains, but every bit of who made her my Granny is no longer there. I miss her.

Our landlords lost the house we were living in. We had to move. While, the new house is much better suited for us, it was still a pretty rough transition.

My father-in-law was diagnosed with stage four non small cell lung cancer Thanksgiving week.

I’m dealing with another plunge back into depression and my anxiety issues have worsened. However, I’m still fighting my way through it.

It’s been a rough year, as you can see.

There is good though.

I love our new house. I love loving in town.

Tony and I celebrated 17 years of marriage and 19 years as a couple.

My job is still fantastic.

The niblings have spent more time with us. That makes the move worthwhile as we actually have room for the kids to stay (our old house was 624 square feet. seriously tiny.)

It will be better. It will.  I have hope.

At least at the end of day one.