After a bit of a hiccup during my headstrong college walk, Ashley and I ventured across the Great American Plains, floating East to the start of our nations civilization. The dirt turned from brown to red and became clay. The flatlands ate and grew like sweet children into men and women, influential and sky-bound, regarding conditions we would not have before. 20 hours later we were at the start of our new journey, you see we still had the issue of the cat. I say cat because that was it was and the issue revolved around the feline and given our new but temporary home, the four-legged fur member could not stay with us at that particular time - solution? We drive the family down to Florida where my father-in-law resigned and drop off the cat, with love, until we could find a suitable home for us all. Adding another day to our journey. So, we drove. The Florida air was steamy, heavy and has no bounds with personal space. The cars just drive, people just go and we found this to become more and more true the further south we found ourselves. The ocean was cold and dad was groovy. He did what fathers do, giving us a room, food, and council, asking about our lives and where it might be heading, all the while laughing and sharing stories. It was painful to leave but our lives needed to start in South Carolina.

A bit of time went by, a couple of seasons and money gathering lead us to find our first home together. A 2 bedroom apartment with nothing to go in it was the warmest thing I have ever unearthed. More seasons go by and slowly the home became loud, lively and full of color. Something one might see as trivial but to me, to us I think, it was more than such. It was home. It was a step toward God and finding out the meaning of life. It was little but it was big.