This story is continued from: I'm Home.
I came home for this task, looking at so many of my treasures and struggling with each decision of what to keep and not keep. Did I want my 6th grade research paper on the Soviet Union, for instance? How about the book report I did about Patrick Henry (circa 3rd grade?)? And the diary I kept during my angst filled high school years? Ultimately, I decided I did not need to keep any of these well written documents. I knew they contained great research and great writing, but ultimately they were not things I needed to refer to. I stayed practical and only kept items that had tangible uses in my new life: bedside table, lamp, bedspread and desk chair.
|In my back yard|
But just as suddenly as we decided to move to the Seattle area, we knew in our hearts it was time to come home to our family. And come home we did.