So many events and happenings occurred on my road back to the Chatette last year. On my way into Cajarc this morning and on my way back home, I remembered how every trip last year between the two (no matter which direction) was full of mistral type winds on every journey. It was as if the universe was saying:
Just how badly
do you want to get home?
And then, there were the reflections of waking up on a Sunday morning in a REAL bed that was MY bed. And, a comfortable one at that.
I sat on the front steps that first morning waking up home again. I remembered other trips back.
I especially remembered the day I sat on the same front steps and realized for the first time that just being able to sit here and look at OUR VIEW was enough.
I didn't need anything else. I smiled to read these words in my journal from that day:
You aren't in Cajarc, Laury!
I am home
And, I am!
Happy Sunday!
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