We found our home, one day last year in early spring, when the air was slowly turning warm, and the flowers lay underneath the surface waiting to grow. And the trees were speaking to us, not in words, but in streams and heartbeats and wild winds.
And we packed our belongings for the last time, and we moved into that place that we had longed to find, a place to lay our roots, a place to live out lives.
On that night I wrote these words: “We have found it. We have found Our Home. It is a dream. It is alive. It is a place where we will grow. A mixture of joy and the deepest calm settles like the sweetest feeling inside.”
And then the journey began.