There are still some pieces of me that I never found from when I broke.
I'm pretty sure they got lost in the move.
I've since replaced some, and the picture is slowly coming back together.
Its nice to put the puzzle together at my own pace.
Each new piece I fit into those old cheap cardboard spaces makes the process feel so worthwhile.
Sometimes I scrape my knees in search of them.
Sometimes I dig so deep for them I bleed from the edges of my fingernails.
But I think in the end, that's the cost of living.