Where we'll stop, nobody knows.

We're on a journey.  A journey to find our home.  I use that term loosely.  "Home is where the heart is" blah, blah, blah.  Yes, yes, I'm aware.  That is why we are on this journey TOGETHER.  As a FAMILY.  Navigating the bumps and cliffs along the road as a team.  Making sure our "home" is hospitable to all of us.  Us.  My husband.  My children.  Me. Not society. Not the cultural norms.  Not even how our families feel it should be.  This is our rugged road home.

Years ago, my husband and I realized we lived where we lived because that happened to be where we were born and where we grew up.  That didn't mean we belonged there.  It didn't mean we fit in there.  We had our first child.  Things changed.  We had to decide how we really felt about things rather than letting the world tell us how we felt.  We had purpose.  We had responsibility.  We had some changes to make.

Oh boy, did we make some changes.  We packed up, sold our properties and moved cross country.  Leaving behind our friends and family.  Not knowing ANYONE here.  Being halfway through another pregnancy.  We risked everything for, well, everything.  My husband didn't even have a job secured until a month before our move. I became a stay at home mother.  Most of our savings went towards dumping our properties and paying for our move.  We didn't have much of a safety net financially or socially.  But this is what we wanted.  This was our first giant step towards finding our home.

We have made so many discoveries, sacrifices, realizations and changes along the way.  Each one making us feel closer and closer to home.  Closer to discovering where we should be.  Closer to discovering how we really feel.  Closer to discovering our purpose.

I need to share these lessons, discoveries, realizations, sacrifices, pains, joys with someone.  Everyone.  Will you join me on our rugged road home?

~CMK