Finding home

I've been thinking about buying a new ring.

I realize that seems trivial, but let me explain. I rarely buy jewelry, and when I do, it usually represents a significant event I want to honor. I bought a bracelet in El Salvador to represent my time drilling water wells with Living Water International. I bought a necklace made by Laotian women who use their handicrafts to provide for themselves once they've escaped a life of sexual slavery. And over the years, I have purchased a new ring when the path of my life changes direction. 

For example, I bought a ring when I left my newspaper job. It had footprints on it, and I've worn it nearly every day in these last few years of writing and wandering (and working a fair share of odd jobs) in places far-flung and near.

I still like the ring. And I will surely still wear it; I am a wanderer at heart and love how the footprints represent that part of my personality. However, things are changing. And change is good.

As I've mentioned in a few of my last posts, I've met someone. I'm crazy about him. I am madly, happily, dizzily in love.

I feel like I've found home, and I feel like that is an event worth honoring.