Let me start by saying I’m fine. I’ll be fine. :) When I was in high school I was infatuated with bag ladies (I don’t know why we used that term in the 80’s to describe a houseless woman). I imagined what it would be like to be without obligations, complete freedom, no one telling me what to do, to not give a shit what anyone thought and only having enough possessions that would fit in a shopping cart. I was always wearing a flash dance sweatshirt situation in this fantasy. Then sometime in my 30’s my biggest fear became ending up a crazy homeless cat lady, in this nightmare I was always sad. I remember talking with my therapist about this fear. I recounted to her that when I was married, and fantasizing about divorce, murder or death, I remember wanting nothing more than a small house and big garden and living alone with my pets, and being happy and at peace, in this scenario it was always sunny. Two weeks ago I sold that small house with a b...