Impatience
Here I am in the place I’ve longed to be for ten years. I’m back. It all feels rather surreal. Thomas Wolfe had already warned me that I couldn’t ever really go home again. I knew this. I have never been this age, had these children at this point in time, or been the me who lives in this skin in this place before. Everyone here has also grown and changed. The roads have changed. The barbecue, hushpuppies, and sweet tea, however, all seem to have remained constant. Praise the Lord. I am elated to be back in North Carolina. Yesterday I ate my lunch outside in the sunshine. Folks up in Michigan are buried under a foot of snow and enduring sub-zero temps as I shut my eyes and feel the vitamin D being absorbed through my cheeks. It is wonderful. But I am impatient. I feel the burden of impatience when I wake in the morning. I want to feel at home at home again. Reinventing myself here sho...