We got our confirmation today.
We own a house.
We own a piece of land.
We own the spot where our youngest son was born.
I am a card carrying member of the best community I have ever known. Nobody can make me leave.
But with this gift, this freedom, comes a heaviness. Taking care of this small plot of land will be a huge labor of love. I know much, much more of our blood, sweat, and tears will go into this place and I'm ok with that.
In me I have a wanderlust, a need for change. But I could not be happier to know that my kids and I will always have a refuge, a home base, a safe place to anchor ourselves on.
And now? It's time for champagne!
