delara, interrupted

It's always the little things I notice about people and places that linger in my memory. These days, I have been paying close attention to even the most mundane experiences that I may soak in enough of my sweet home Chicago to sustain me through this next part of my life's journey. In just a few weeks, I will be living by a different lake (one much smaller than my beloved Michigan), in a different town (although there is an Antioch in Illinois as well), in a different state. A state of bewilderment, perhaps - but also a state of possibility and excitement. And change - definitely a state of change, if there is such a thing.

I have been contemplating (dreaming about) this kind of journey for quite some time now. In fact, I had begun such a journey almost exactly 9 years ago. I took a detour, though, and found myself deviating drastically from the original plan. And though I don't have any regrets - for I would not be where I am today had I not veered off the road - I am eager to find my stride again along a new path that will take me toward my original intended destination.

I don't mean for this to be so cryptic. Honestly! Perhaps I'm being vague because I just don't have many details to share yet. There is a loose plan - an idea, really - for what my life will be about. It has to do with growth, learning, flying, simplicity, and (above all) being true and honest and happy. Especially the happy part.

To those who may not come with me on this segment of the journey, I wish you peace, contentment, and the gift of finding your own path - one that is true for you and unique to your needs. And one that (above all) brings you happiness as well.