On Going Home
Sometimes it just feels good to go home to your parents. Wow, I needed that. This past week I was able to spend between our family lakehouse and my childhood home. My parents were exactly who I needed after 2 months of nonstop travel. There is something magical about being in the environment where you grew up... especially in my parents house, it's like time stood still over a decade ago and the house is simply the same as it always was. It might be the most comforting place for me to be, ever. Now I realize that I need to find a way to spend more time deepening my roots. they are there, pushing through the ground, and I must allow them to dig deeper so that I may stand taller on my mission and path in life.
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