Returning to the roots...........

I am moving back home.

I am moving back home...

I am moving back home.........

Now I can breathe...........Although I have informed the family and siblings that I am moving back home, it really has not sunk in yet for me. It has been 25 years since I left, and life has vastly changed since I left the old homestead. My Dad is deceased, my baby brother occupies the room that I shared with my sisters, and the house is in need of repair. But it is paid for. My kids have mixed feelings; my son is not looking forward to it, and my daughter somewhat sees it as an adventure because like some of her cousins, she will also have an opportunity to live at Grandma's house. Fortunately for them, they do have the option of staying with their father, which I know my son will chose. Hopefully it will allow him and his father to bond more, and keep him in familiar surroundings.

The few people that I did hang out with in the old neighborhood are now gone, either to the suburbs, or out of state. I took a walk around the block and saw close up how things have deteriorated. So much is missed over the years when you quickly zip up the street in your vehicle. Many details are overlooked. However I did see much promise, and even saw a property that I could see myself renovating if I can get the money. I even ventured inside to take a look. Despite the broken windows, spider's webs, and bugs scampering for cover, the property still has a lot of potential. The house has been stripped almost bare, but it is still solid and has an empty lot on the side of it. I could see my family and friends gathering there for a Barbecue or fish fry. I am doing a lot of praying. I want so bad to be able to get that property, fix it up, move my mother in, and then renovate her property also. It will take much focus, determination, perseverance, and I know that it may take several years, and if God is willing, hopefully I will be able to do so in four to six years, which I do know is very ambitious on my part.