Sometimes, I just want to go home. I want every task to be complete, for the final time.. a sense of closure I’ve never known. No more checking boxes. No more left unknown. I realize what I am longing for is a specific whom and place. I am nowhere near ready by comparison to the owner of such an estate. Further still, I have many I want to take home with me.

It isn’t as though there aren’t enough distractions here to lure me, I am not immune to even temporal shine . I also love the life I live and intend to live the life I love. But I have eternity written on my heart. Sinking sand Will not be the land is which I choose.

There is work still to pursue, I cannot leave it unfinished, I must see it through. He will close my case, everything appropriate in its time.