Hello, it’s me

I’ve been gone for a while on purpose.

I struggled with some severe homesickness, and at one point I had my bags packed and was ready to take the first flight back to Seattle.

Living in Paradise isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

A new job has made things better. Life is manageable, although not as perfect as I’d like it to be.

My refuge is the beach. Without it, I would be a train wreck. I stare at the waves,  I pray and I wait for answers. God has made it clear to me in so many ways that this is where I’m supposed to be, but I still don’t feel “at home”. It’s unsettling.