Things are winding down for me here in Western Kentucky and I'm finding myself anxious to get home.
Don't get me wrong ....
I will miss this place of familiarity, of friends, of "my kids" and our favorite spots - places like the dog park, the "kid park", and the houses of our playdates. I'll miss my roommate, who's the most successful roommate relationship I've ever had in my life outside of family. This recliner I'm sitting in now, where I've restarted many a day and rocked my sick body. I'll wish that I had the ability to help my best friend prepare for her unborn baby. I'll miss visiting her and doing nothing but laying on the couch in our PJs. I'll miss game nights and luncheons.
But I've never felt more sure of a decision.
For this reason, I'm excited. I'm anxious to just get there. I'm looking forward to the future. I know that I have direction and I can't wait for the first step, the first mile.