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So we just moved.

We have moved to Florida where Narcie has been named the Director/Campus Minister of the Gator Wesley Foundation!

Rock Hill, SC, had been our home for many years.  It was the only home our children knew.  And frankly, when we moved back to the area after Narcie began her work at the Winthrop Wesley Foundation I was expecting to stay for quite some time.  But then things never happen as we expect them to…

In the preparations to move Enoch, our 5 year old son, became rather apprehensive.  He had many friends (and several girlfriends) in the area he did not want to leave.  He loved going to the pool in our neighborhood and did not want to leave what he knew for…Florida.  The unknown was very unsettling for him.  And the unknown is unsettling for many people, 5 years to 50 and beyond!

But with every passing day we reassure him that we are together as a family.  And we are embarking on a great adventure (and it has been one)!

Though we are far from our families, and don’t really know anyone here in Gainesville yet – it is our home.  The rooms are decorated, the pictures have been hung, and the backyard it littered with toys.

And each day we sit down together as a family to share a meal.

I’m reminded of the Billy Joel song You’re My HomeThe song tells the story of some guy who hasn’t really had a home, but now that he’s met this person – anywhere with her is home.  Here it is for those of you who don’t have Joel’s album Piano Man:

If you want to read the lyrics here they are as well:
YOU’RE MY HOME (Billy Joel)

When you look into my eyes
and you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
it always comes as a surprise
when I feel my withered roots begin to grow.

Well I never had a place
that I could call my very own
but that’s all right my love
cuz you’re my home.

When you touch my weary head
and you tell me everything will be all right.
You say use my body for your bed
and my love will keep you warm throughout the night.

Well I’ll never be a stranger
and I’ll never be alone
wherever we’re together
that’s my home.

Home could be the Pennsylvania turnpike
Indiana’s early morning dew
high up in the hills of California
home is just another word for you.

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
but that’s all right my love
cuz you’re my home.

If I travel all my life
and I never get stop and settle down
long as I have you by my side
there’s a roof above and good walls all around.
You’re my castle, you’re my cabin
and my instant pleasure dome.
I need you in my house
cuz you’re my home,..
you’re my home.

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3 thoughts on “Home

  1. I hope that your family will grow to love Gatorland, Your blog reminded me of a figurine that I saw one time when we were in the mountains of a bear holding a sign which read, “Home is where the honey is.” Walter and I have reminded each other of that many times.

  2. I can’t believe I have never heard that one! Best of luck – having just been through it I can tell you that your kids will be fine as long as you are all together.

    1. Yeah, it is on the B side of Piano Man, one of the first albums I ever had; I think Santa gave it to me on a cassette… Hope everyone is settling in well for you guys!

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