“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.” — George Moore
It’s time to get ready. To gather and tie-up the many loose fragments of life I have left or lost along the way. Time to make an accounting to myself for everything I have done — or failed to do. Time to tally up the board, finalize the score, and get a firm picture of where I stand — my starting point on my journey home.
This will be a long journey. Delays, detours — and gladly, new discoveries — will mark the trip. I plan to enjoy every minute of it, but first, like I said, I have to get a firm picture of where I stand.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
— Robert Frost
I have much to do, much to pack, much to unpack. There are hearts to warm, smiles to share, people to meet, apologies to make, bread to break, hands to hold, and a home to find. And, like the poet Robert Frost said, “…miles to go before I sleep.”