Et tu, Brute?

Remember that chalkboard at the end of our hallway? (If you don't, that's ok. It was on my other blog. I'm combining worlds. Don't freak out.) Right at the start of this year, my mom wrote, "Home is where your story begins" with a sweet drawing of a house beside it. So lovely and endearing.

I changed it this morning.
I'm a terrible daughter.

I spent much longer on this than anyone ever needs to know.