Some people collect souvenirs.
Apparently, I collect stories.
Some are funny. Some are painful. Some took years before I understood why they mattered at all.
This isn't just the story of how The Funny Farm came to be.
It's the story of how life, loss, recovery, curiosity, humor, stubbornness,
and an inability to stop asking "why?" slowly built the person writing these words.
Some weeks you'll find memories.
Some weeks you'll find mistakes.
Some weeks you'll find something completely unexpected.
Whatever shows up here is part of the same journey.
Because life doesn't stay still.
Neither do I.