Choosing Home, Choosing Community
I was actually washing my face and putting on a quick facial when it dawned on me—I am choosing a new kind of freedom for Karl and me and the girls. The freedom to move to a new place of our own choosing, a smaller place, a community. A place like us, for us.
We are choosing to leave a place with reminders, hurtful history, and a pace of life I cannot fathom living any longer.
That looks good written here.
We choose smaller. We choose more peaceful. We choose a home.
We choose us. We choose roots. We choose a little like-mindedness, and county fairs and floats and parades. We choose apple pie and cowboy boots.
We choose love and acceptance over competition. We choose a great place and all that it means.
And we choose it together.