Change is in the air. Indecision has passed. And joy has taken over in my heart.
I've decided to move. Back to Georgia.
While the decision was sudden, the leading up to it wasn't. A year. Almost exactly. That's when the winds of change first whistled through the valley of my heart, blowing me home. A mini-meltdown in November, last year, resulted in a week at a timeshare in Solana Beach, where I relaxed, got grounded and began the long journey home.
In May, I was there. We went home, Cherry and I, to spread Mama's ashes at Lake Oconee. It took 2 1/2 years to be strong enough, emotionally. Just takes what it takes. Bill couldn't make it. Nor, Josh, who was in Army Advanced in VA, and is now in Korea, wrenching blawkhawks.
I'm reminded of Paul Simon's Homeward Bound and search for it on the net.
The words, metaphorically speaking, fit, and the tune is haunting me home.
I'm going home. Back to Georgia.
~ Olivia J. herrell