Tywonn and I sold everything almost three months ago and began what is a long trek culminating in the undulating tropical hills of Cameroon. I thought that when we embarked that it would be easy since we had less. Easier to travel; Easier to unpack; Easier to pack; just all around easier. Man, was I ever wrong. This traveling with and living out of a suitcase is tough, to put it mildly. It does two things to you: It makes you not spread out far when you unpack and cherish everything you have.
Someone asked me the other day where did I live. I think they meant where was home. Honestly I don’t know. That question burned for a while causing me to think about all the places we’ve lived, all the wonderful people we’ve stayed with. Here’s the journey since January 1st: Lakeland, FL to Mooresville, NC to Waxhaw, NC back to Mooresville to Volney, VA to Cullman, AL to Lakeland to Sanford, FL to Clermont, FL to Windermere, FL. That is where we are now. But looking to the future our path is as clear as Lipton tea in a mason jar. From Windermere, we’ll head back to Lakeland, then split up and I’ll come back to Orlando, FL while Tywonn goes to Oley, PA. We’ll come back together in Lakeland only to go to Suwannee, FL and then back to Lakeland and finally Accra, Ghana.
That makes me tired just writing it. So, again where is home? Who knows. Remember that thing about me cherishing what I have. Maybe home is where my french press and coffee cup is. Right now that’s about all I have to hang my hat on. What do ya’ll think? Where is home?