My love's working hard at minor renovations to prepare our home. My heart's settled on the pines and the house. I want to be there. I pack and plan and shop and dream. The transition's approaching quickly. I'm tired of the divided interests of now and then. It is a good reminder of the struggle of my heart every day.
It's easy to forget that this tension is present within everyday and is evidence that the home of my heart is not where I am now. I'm so relieved that home doesn't need my planning and decisions. I'm just preparing my life to transition there. Oh, it's going to be wonderful. I wish I was there too.