Home is where your Heart is....

It's no wonder I'm unsettled.........

If home is where your heart is, mine is in heaven. But I'm not there yet! After spending 37 of my 42 years in Lathrop, I don't feel like this is home! In fact, I've never felt like this was home. It was mom's home. After many years of complaining, relenting, searching, wishing, talking, crying, hoping, surrendering..........Lawrence has heard my reasoning, raised our children, paid the price of time lost and money spent (on gas and long hours) and is supporting me in the next CHANGE that I've asked to impose upon him. I'm an adventuroust at heart. I embrace change, in fact, I breath and live change. Routine is hard for me and I like nothing square that fits in it's own box. Now is the time; the kids are out of the house, but haven't landed permanantly; Max is still healthy and able; Mom is gone as is our childhood home........

At least I haven't asked him to leave the state, or better yet, the country...........though I wouldn't mind that myself. It's only Gladstone - Happy Rock!! 10-15 minutes to his work - as opposed to 45. He's a good man, of which is hard to find.

I wonder, is this real? Could we really live where you can go to Walmart, then Hy-vee and be home in 5 minutes? Will we really be able to have time for a night out - during the week? What will it be like to come home, shower, go to dinner and still be home before 8pm?

The kids have given us their blessing and it will be easier for my brother's to drop off the little ones so they and their brides can have a date-nite.

So it's bittersweet........a custom-built home in a well-known community to a new adventure. So tonight we listed our house and placed a bid on one in the "city"............Now we wait and see what God has in store for us.........