Our Odyssey is over. That is to say the travel portion is over. Sixteen days can be a lot of days that can go by quickly. On the other hand, sixteen days can seem to drag on and on.
We found ourselves experiencing some of each.
But when it was all said and done, we were glad to finally pull into our driveway. I think we both let go of a simultaneous breath of air. We had a great time.
And we were also relieved. We had driven nearly three-thousand miles without having a flat tire, any kind of engine problem or even so much as a fender
Oh, I almost forgot to mention, we did have one bad motel experience. But that’s all I’ll say about that!
We thank God that He was with us all the way, even in the bad motel room experience.
Many of our friends are not aware that the two of us have chosen to live in a house we call a bungalow. Each of us has an office. They are about the same, with something of a distinctive difference. In Dianne’s office there sits a sewing machine and, in my office, (I call it a “study”) are numerous reminders of my football, baseball, basketball
teams, and other sports.
We will often say aloud upon entering our home, “I love our little house.”
Actually, being in the place we can call home includes for us more than the house we live in. For us it has to do with our little town and the neighbors we’ve come to know, love and appreciate.
Whether it’s the local post office, stores of various sorts or the individuals behind its counters, all those make up what we call “home.” Dianne and I grew up with a similar upbringing. We’ve lived in small suburbs, fairly large towns and very large cities. Of course, home IS where the heart is, but home is also where we make home isn’t it?
Then finally, there’s this: It’s all about people isn’t? It has to do with the people in our own personal histories. That person that keeps in touch with you, or the one you care about.
For me right now, it’s you, the one I’m reaching out to from here in The Garden of Eads.