MOVING.

 
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a stranger, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.”
— Madeleine L'Engle
 

We're heading to Chincoteague.

The boxes are in the back and I've got my feet up on the dashboard.

The Joker is playing on the radio as loud as we can stand it.

The wind is flying in my face

and my hair is a mess.

 

I'm still in my pajamas.

I want Chik-fil-a for breakfast

cause my stomach is growling,

but I'm afraid to drink coffee on the road.

I didn't sleep a wink.

I'm excited and nervous and I don't know what else.

 

I look at Josh and then at Emma

and I know our lives will never be the same again.

We're starting over.

We're leaving dear friends

and hoping for a warm welcome where we land.

 

I know this next chapter will be flat out crazy.

It'll push us to the brink.

We're as ready as we're ever gonna be.

Let's do this.

 

Artists, Writers, I'll be busy unpacking, working on the next installment of my story and helping with the family brewery startup.  So I'll be gone for a little while.

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