Here it’s different. There is ROOM and SPACE and I feel like I can breathe.
We are coming home to a home that is not ours – yet will be ours and we will make it home.
I would be lying if I said that the transition has been easy. But God has definitely made this place our home.
I’m here, in my new hometown. I have the keys to my new home on my key ring. I’ve checked my new mailbox twice. I’m here.
I’ve been making excuses to visit my apartment. Today’s excuse was lining the shelves in the kitchen. I ran out of shelf paper, which means I have to go back. And when I’m there, I’m glad to be there.
Today I am participating in a weekly feature on lisajobaker.com called Five Minute Fridays. Bloggers are given a writing prompt (topic) and told to write for *five minutes. “No *editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.” Today’s topic is “Home.” GO. It’s after 7 PM and I just saw a friend of mine post about today’s five minute friday. … [Read more…]