Home...

The agreement was that we would stay in Georgia until my middle son graduated from high school. I was okay with that - after all, any mother would do what was best for her kids and I have certainly given mine quite the adventure with this gypsy soul I possess. Wanderlust my grandmother called it - a trait evident in my grandfather - well both of them actually - and in my father.

So the parameters of the deal have changed. At the beginning of October, Josh quit school. Deciding without parental counsel to take his GED and start college early.

The whole future I had planned in my head has now shifted forward by about 2 years - and I just couldn't be happier about it. A new start for Justin and a happier place for Jake. Don't get me wrong, I have met some really fantastic people here in Georgia, but it is not home for me. 4 years later I still feel like a stranger even in my own parish.

So I have asked for signs - a postcard would be nice - and a clear path career wise to where I should go.

But to borrow the language of my dear friend: when you need to think and clear your head you go out west, when you are feeling troubled you come out to New Mexico and you can breathe. Why do you think that home is anywhere but here?

So another adventure is about to begin. There is a lot of work to be done to make our home look ready to sell - but overall, it is a good problem to have. So as you read this, say a little prayer - for guidance - for a beacon - for illumination to find home.