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 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!