Unsettling

The feeling is familiar by now, but is certainly never comfortable. Will it ever be?
Is it possible to expand your comfort zone so much that it is all-encompassing?
(speaking only of good things, of course)

There is something so comforting about a routine, about friendly old habits; even dull repetition can be surprisingly fulfilling. But for me all it takes is a prick of uncertainty, a little nagging feeling, to wipe away those comforts and demand action. Faith is an action word, right?

Slice and I loved our little house from the start. The process that put us there left no doubt that we were there for a reason. And I’ve dragged my feet for months, not wanting to leave. Thinking of every possible way we could stay.
But the prodding never let up.

It’s amazing how quickly a home can become a house, and vice versa. I'm glad to go, now, excited for better living conditions and closer family. I'm grateful that things often work out much better than I could have planned.

Most of all, right this minute, I'm tired and missing Matt.