starting point = ending point

We packed the van, one last time. Each one of us very versed in the part we played in getting ready. Some held the door, some went back for the cooler, others put the laptop where it went, charger plugged in, cups in holders, pillows under head, . As I checked out, others typed in our new destination....this time 4185 Wilmot-Easthope Road, which sounded sweet to our ears (even mediated by magellans voice).  The last day of driving was filled with sun, birch, rocks and slow changes back to the world we said good-by to on April 3rd. A world that seems so much different to us now. A world we were excited to greet. Like the polarity of strong magnets, we were drawn closer and closer. People sat up in their seats, pointing out everything that was now becoming familiar. Living and learning can sometimes be summerized as "coming all the way back to a starting point, only to know if for the first time".   For that I say amen, and may it be so in our new lives....

-Joseph-

 

Isaiah found a piece from another car, probably with another story to tell, i later found it under his seat and we'll have to see if he can keep it or not...   

we stopped one last time...Joshua made it up his route, and I had to turn back due to the rock my right hand was on giving way a bit....below, a fresh juniper branch helped inspire us to keep on heading home