Four years ago, today, we moved *home* to Upper Sandusky.
After JJ was invited to interview for his current position, I was surrounded by a sense that we were headed that direction. Nothing of it made a lot of sense because we were happy in Troy, he loved his job, our friendships were deepening, I was connecting in various ways with multiple downtown businesses. Yet I heard a small voice saying, “go.”
This tattoo came immediately after saying yes. It was time to be rooted, established, with leaves brimming with evidence of life.
This was not a small thing for me. Since I was 18, I’ve not lived in one place or I worked the same job or done anything (other than parent and stay married) with longevity for more than 4 years.
Now, on the 4th anniversary of my last shift, instead of leaving for the next thing, I’m finding myself staying for the next thing; digging in deeper, allowing the roots to reach further.
I read this morning in the Radiance Sutras:
Again and again, answer that call,
And be saturated with knowing,
“I belong here, I am at home.”
I’m home.
