Wandering Home.

I wanted to finish sharing the details of our journey from Florida to Iowa.  I really did.  But, it seems the fast-forward button got stuck on the remote that controls my life.  Maybe I was eating too much Jerry Cherry Laffy Taffy and that's what did it.  In short, I don't know where the time goes.  But, ever one to keep my word... here's a quick recap of our trip that was, gasp, over a month ago now!

We hit Smoky Mountain National Park, the Kentucky Bourbon Trail, Bloomington, Indiana, and Chicago, Illinois before we finally found our way home. We laughed a lot.  Fit in time with family and friends, and even managed to work a little.  

I had to include this photo because it just may be some serious home decor inspiration.  I love the mix of natural wood, metal and the pop of turquoise.  I think I was supposed to be learning how Bourbon is made at this point in the trip but was distracted by the feel of the room!

I don't mean to gloss over the trip.  It was amazing.  It was the cherry on top of our sundae that has been the last two years.  And, I love maraschino cherries!  But, somehow when I sat down to write the last of these short stories, this is all I had left...

Marion, Iowa.

I used to try my best to not use the term “home” when I referred to Iowa.  I believe in creating your home wherever you go.  I think it’s important to feel at home in new experiences, in your skin, in unknown places, with different people and, overall, in your life.  But, then I climbed into my own bed on Bellboy Drive with the windows open and a cool breeze coming in and I started questioning everything I believed.  Because, well, this feels like home.

CHEERS!