New Home

Our little Island of Martha's Vineyard in the cape was home.

Once we'd get off the ferry onto our rock of reality, we felt a sigh of relief.

The hustle and bustle of the mainland was at least seven miles away and we felt the peace of home. No more rushing through shopping or watching the clock at the doctor's office for fear that we might miss the boat.

We all knew that our tiny little house; our refuge; was waiting for us just twelve minutes away and soon we would be there to unpack and unwind.

Every trip off Island was a fun adventure, but to come home - home to our solid Island was paradise.

But

Life changes and God sends you in directions you never thought you would go.

Back to Southern California, where we once called home. The place long forgotten, and home was lost.

Though there have been negative changes on the Island, I miss my home. I miss the peace.

I'm trying to make home again...

...our new home in Southern California.

I have perfected the coffee bar in the kitchen. It's always ready and inviting. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate in the Summer... in the desert.

But it's not home.

I make a nook in our bedroom with old knick-knacks and memories.

It's cute and cozy but it's not home.

I spend too much on patio furniture and clutter the back patio forcing everyone to come outside and help me put it all together.

We laugh and eat take out...the kids don't want to go to bed.

Everyone feels the comfort, the love, the peace of home.

In our patio, we may have found our new home.