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.
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. :-)
ReplyDeleteI am happy for you.
ReplyDeleteWIM- I am so ready to throw all of those boxes away!
ReplyDeleteCathy- Thanks!
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ReplyDeleteThe 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!
ReplyDeleteOh, 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!" ;)
ReplyDelete-Kristin
I am SOOO jealous!!! Happy for you!
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