Miss Brigitte 🇵🇸🍉🇵🇪

2025 was hell and this year doesn’t seem any better. I really can’t catch a break. Just when we feel the worst is over, more intense news comes our way.

I had a dream that my beautiful boy never died and that he was running around our new home. He was happy to be back in our old neighborhood, close to the park he’d escape to every snowstorm. I was laying in bed, trying to sleep in my dream. I woke up right after he ran over my bed. I was sad to remember he’s not here.

I wish I had pictures from the start of my time at our little farm. I am missing my favorite job, as stressful as it was. I miss working with the amazing people I got to meet and build life long friendships. I miss serving the community that I gained the trust of, listening to their stories and bringing a smile to their faces. I miss chickens and especially the farm cat. I am grateful for all that this place had to offer me the past couple of years and I hope the next part of my career will be as fulfilling.

Finding the time to explore new places and fills my heart to be with some of my good friends