Back to Real Life

Now that a major WGM event, holiday time around the 4th, helping my parents move across the country, hanging out with my best friend, and coming down from all that high-ness is over, I guess I am supposed to get back to real life.

But I don’t wanna.

Here’s what I want to do: go live in Europe with my best buddy and her hubby. And I know I shouldn’t hold it against Marion, but there’s nothing here that is remotely like that imaginary life.  It’s not Marion’s fault.

So, here I am, missing my friend, missing a lifestyle I would love, and working on that good ‘ole contentment issue. And I really do love our life in Marion – love my job, the church, our friends here. It’s just…sometimes….especially when I’ve recently hung out with someone who knew me in “the old country” that I feel like wandering into the nearest cornfield (about 50 feet away) and staring into the horizon, with all the places I’ve lived flipping through the slide show of my brain (I’m poetic today) and wondering where God will take us next.

And that’s when that quote from Up pops in my mind: “Thanks for the adventure! Now go have a new one!”

Okay, silly cartoon man. I will.