My husband told me “Home is where you are,” yet somehow the aspiration to find a new place to call home begged for all my attention. Home here was no longer as inviting as it once had been. The idea that the figurative grass would be greener on the other side was somehow not shakeable. Unfortunately, all we have is grass and those of everything else has just skyrocketed.

Well, at least the opportunity is still in front of us. We just don’t know how long it will take to get there. Kinda wishing we could win the lottery, but I’d have to buy a ticket to even start.