What is it that is drawing me home. Why the constant excitement to go to a place that may be uncomfortable compared to where I am now. A place that I have never even been to? I have no idea. Part of my journey has been to acknowledge that I don’t have all of the answers, matter of fact I don’t have any answers. Yet here I am up up all night, I missed my zumba class and I’m desperately trying to finish my go north application and plan a one month vacay with basically no finances and a senior in high school. Wow. That is me and my big chutzpah! I know that if I am supposed to be there, I will. So this itch won’t go away until I get away.