*wry smile*.... so much to catch up on.. I'm a terrible blogger I know. I'm moving to Springfield in a few weeks. I'm packing like a crazy person, excited about what's ahead, and silently mourning the leaving of my mountains. I think now more than ever I identify with Alexandra Bergson. When I'm in Springfield I know I belong there. I know Drury is where I'm suppose to be. But while I'm still in my mountains... foggy mornings call to my heart and beckon me to stay. I will never grow weary of watching the sun rise over foggy mountain ranges. There is nothing on the earth exactly like the view from my front porch. I may never see it again. No, I'm not being fatalistic (if that's the right word). Mom and Dad are selling and if everything sells before I finish school then I will never comeback to this house or see this land again. Oh sure, someday I'll bring my kids to this valley and this cove and show them the land of their ancestors. But it will never belong to us again. Strangers own my great-grandmother's house in front of us. Time has finally worn the family history of the land out. We move on and start afresh. We cut out a new life for ourselves... for me.. in Missouri. We'll ship the horses. I'll have a whole chance at really starting the ranch. It's strange also.. it never fails. Whenever Dad has finally built quite the accomplishment of a building.. we move. It was my playhouse in Liberty; now it's my barn in NC. His accomplishments grow ;o). He's a good papa. He'll be a great grandpop.
I should blog more often. Somehow I don't find myself journaling this stuff. I don't know why. Maybe it's becoming more my prayer journal/conversations with God, and this is my letting my thoughts wander off and sort out.
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