A little more than a year ago we were in the middle of trekking back across the country from Texas to Tennessee. We were coming home after a two-year stint of missing home. We made our life in Texas work as best we could, but family responsibilities cut our time there short, completely rearranging the five-to-seven year plan we’d mapped out.
Within a few weeks of moving back to Tennessee, I escaped to the mountains to find the peace I’d been lacking for several years. I even took the boys there for Easter. Now, one year later, driving to the Smoky Mountains is still my favorite thing to do here. I absolutely love every bit of it, from the bright green leaves to the sound of the river trickling to the clean smell of mountain air, and on and on and on.
This is where I live and find peace.