Sunday, May 20, 2012

Market to market

In a few short weeks, I'll be moving home.  Home, I say.  Home.  As in, the place where memories meet futures and I can sit for long evenings at my mother's table and share with my son the stories of our lives.  As Call Day approached, I had imagined I would end up feeling a bit like Sarai or Ruth; but like Naomi, I get to go home.  While I'll still be 75 miles from my mother's kitchen table, I'm certain I'll find it's a rather short distance for my homesick heart.

What's more, I'm not just returning a place where my mother is.  I'm returning to a place whose stories have become intertwined with mine.  A place whose customs and traditions have influenced my view of the world, and set me apart from so many others I've met along the way.  A place like no other place; the good life.  I am content.

7 comments:

  1. Congratulations, Leah! How exciting to be moving home! I hope that you will someday soon have the opportunity to throw away your well seasoned moving boxes and trade up for putting down some roots. :-)

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  2. WIM- I am so ready to throw all of those boxes away!

    Cathy- Thanks!

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  4. The little girl grows up, becomes the designer of her own household, and discovers that there is no place like home......pricelesss! Your mama's heart is rejoicing, Leah!

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  5. Oh, God bless you! We watched the service online, and when I heard the combination of the district and the state, I thought, hmm...must be close to your folks! I'm sure y'all are so glad. Enjoy "the good life!" ;)

    -Kristin

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  6. I am SOOO jealous!!! Happy for you!

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