It’s always nice to come “home.” A place where things are where you want them to be.
And everybody knows your name — the neighbors, the cashiers, the baristas. I remember that song “sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name … and they’re always glad you came.” I think it’s from the sitcom Cheers.
Looking for a new state to move to will mean making new friends, learning new driving routes, finding coffee houses — looking for that perfect cup of cocoa — a new church, and spending time with blood family again.
We have been so fortunate to have friends who are just like family — hmmm, better than family? Let’s just say equal.
Will post pictures of our travels when I get settled back to normalcy.