There is this saying that once you see the place you were always meant to be, you will recognize it. While it sounds ever so poetic, it seems awfully whimsical. Far too whimsical to be true. But that's just what happened to me about eight years ago. It was the season of the itchy foot. We had talked about downsizing and even looked around, but never found anything. On a particularly beautiful October day, I exited from the interstate onto an unknown country road three states from home. And there it was- the place I was always meant to be. And I recognized it by the open horizon and softly rolling hills. Every thing I was seeing couldn't have been more different than what I was used to as a city dweller. That year we would sell or give away half of what we owned. The rest we packed up and moved to just over an acre of old growth woods and a rather eccentric house. Every day has been better than the day before. These days the way home is down a country road.
