It began with a phone call on a quiet morning, the kind where sunlight spills across the kitchen table and you let yourself believe life is finally opening up. For fifteen years, I’d poured myself into my flower shop, Bloom & Blossom — early mornings at the market, late nights prepping weddings, holidays spent arranging centerpieces for celebrations I wasn’t part of. Selling the shop wasn’t easy, but it felt right. I wanted a life that wasn’t built entirely on work. Maybe travel, maybe school, maybe just breathing for once…..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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