There’s no place like home

In 1994, my dad and I got into a huge fight out in the driveway of our house in Louisville, IL. It was the summer after my senior year and I was at the height of my stupidity, absolutely. Foul words were shared. Accusations were made. My mother was able to hear the entire conversation (unknown to me at the time) from an open bedroom window. My dad said that if I thought that I was a big boy then maybe it was time for me to get out. So, I loaded up my 1976 GMC Postal Delivery Jeep and took off down the road towards Flora.

Since that time, I have lived in a LOT of different places. Fifteen of them, to be exact. In twenty-five years, not counting my current home, I have lived in 15 different locations. You could say that I am a bit of a nomad. The bad part of this is that I began dragging my family down that road as well. Since Sydney has been born, she has lived in six different places (counting our current home).

This is sad.

Children need stability.

When Elisa and I decided it was time to get out of the residential care business, she made me promise that I would stop moving around. We have to stay in one place, at least until our children are adults and out of the house. See, I already want to move again. I’ve only been back in Illinois for a year but my heart is for the ocean. Maybe we will go down that road again someday.

However, that is not the point of this post. When we moved to Highland, we bought our first home. Fourteen years into this marriage and we are finally homeowners. That makes me feel a little more rootsy. And, it’s a blessing. I love to sit on my front porch in the evening once the sun has gone down. I love the quiet of the home when I get up early and everyone else is still in bed.

My kids have their own space here and we have space that has allowed us to expand our family as well. Mysaiah has been here with us for a bit now as well. When we left Virginia, it was a bit of a leap of faith. There was no promise of work or stability, only faith that God would land us somewhere.

He has definitely done that and then some.

Life is Strange. God is Good. Live it Well.

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    1. Ok. I don’t really ever use Instagram anymore and I don’t think Elisa does either. Best place to catch me is on Facebook or Twitter. Joel and I chat it up on Twitter quite a bit.


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