Dear Day 4,
I miss my people. I think that's the pull to go back home. To relocate our little family back home. We're taking steps to make it happen and it scares the hell out of me and I start to think about what we would leave behind here in terms of outlets (DANCE) and opportunities...I can talk myself into and out of anything. but then I read about Charlie. And I think of the Charlie I lost. And I think of the smiles on the faces of old friends. And the peace that I find at our church. And the old running routes along the river. And I know we're doing the right thing.
The scary, risky, right thing.
And I schedule the interview for next week and hold my breath.
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