Stuck in rush hour traffic this morning. Gray, hot, humid. My mind racing. My 10-year wedding anniversary. Homeschooling lessons. Buddah. (Seriously.) So to shut my mind down, I hit the radio and this song came on.
Our house is officially on the market. We have been spending some time driving around little, sleepy towns North of Boston. Farm land and beaches. Old, old houses. It's what we prefer. I know we will find a new home. I know we will. I just think it all is calling us back to the where we started. The boy from Vermont and the girl from the beach. Our new home will have these things. They are the things we return to, the places we will always go to.