Right now being in one place and not another is troubling. I’m here in Wisconsin but my heart is in Kentucky. I miss my house and little farm. I miss my horses. I miss my human family. I miss my friends. I miss the familiar. What’s so hard is it’s not what I left a few weeks ago. It’s changed. When I left the front door of my house for the last time, I turned and stood in the pathway for a moment. My sunflowers nodded and bobbed over my head. It was quiet. The house emptied. My things packed in trucks and off to another place. I bowed slightly with my hands clasped together and wished this wonderful place peace. A beautiful peace . . .