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I never really knew what "bittersweet" meant until five days ago.


As 7 a.m. rushed in, I took my cat, Phillip, and placed him in my little red car, crammed to the brim with clothes, sheets, towels, boxes and shoes.



Sigh.



This was it.



Small town nostalgia and rich memories clouded over as I gazed at the blinking seat belt sign.



Sigh.



This is it.



My life, turning a new page...starting a new adventure. Keep me at peace, Lord.

I miss the rural simplicity of New Market already.

Although, I am enjoying the closeness of everything. I am literally a short walk away from a Panera Bread, the lights of an Applebees light up the neighborhood, and I am only five minutes away from a Target, Old Navy, Kohls, Gander Mountain and Sam's Club...and a bunch of other stores.

It doesn't beat being only three blocks away from my handsome little nephews, four blocks from my parents, and three blocks from my grandparents. It doesn't beat being only ten minutes away from a state park, or being able to drive down a gravel road, surrounded by aging corn stalks.

The convienience of things is sweet, but being away from my family and friends is quite bitter.

David has been so supportive in this move. I haven't been in the best moods, but he has been relentlessly patient and sweet, even when I've reached my last nerve. David is doing so well, and treating me so well. I really am blessed. Thank you for David, Lord.

If you are my sister, or my brother, you know that this world is not our home. We are merely aliens, waiting to get our promotion. As I have searched for where "home" is this week, I have found comfort in knowing that no matter where I go, what I do, where I am living, I have a home in the Lord. He is always there, always waiting for me. Thank you, Jesus.