We’ve been on the road a lot lately.
Our lifestyle involves a lot of hurry up and wait, then settling into a new routine. The past few weeks have involved a lot of the former and we’re just now getting to the latter.
Our family took a week of vacation near family in the Midwest, leaving a job that my husband had been working on for a couple of months in the Deep South. After a week of camping with family and some of the dearest of friends, his contractor informed us that we were needed in the Rockies ASAP for the next job. No more Southern hospitality for us, it was time to move West!
Well, logistically, we couldn’t make the first Monday start date, so our schedule was loosened, ever so slightly, for a start date of the following Monday. We took our time and traveled through our hometown, visiting our home church and a handful of friends and old neighbors before pushing westward.
Our extended vacation then led us to the Amana Colonies in central Iowa. This quaint little German settlement was just the transition that we needed from a busy week-and-a-half of trying to visit with so many people that we love. Amana is quiet, and lovely, and out-of-the-way, and quiet, and slow-paced, and quaint, and quiet. Some of my very favorite things.
About a week ago we were planning to continue our trek across the prairie toward the Rockies when my husband got another message from his contractor. There was an immediate need in Nebraska. Can he report to this job site ASAP?
Without pause, the answer was “YES”. Our plans suddenly slowed down significantly. No longer did we have 700 miles ahead of us, but we now had 4 days to drive 350 miles. Excellent! We spent a long weekend exploring Omaha before making our final push to middle-of-the-ethanol-fields, NE where we’re calling “Home” for the time being.
Our heart was set on the mountains. The mountains will always be where we are truly at home. Anywhere that we visit is always compared to the mountains, yet we turned down an immediate ticket into the mountains by taking a detour to the prairie first.
We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be right now.
The mountains will be there when we get to them. They’ve been there for thousands of years, they’re not going anywhere this week or this month.
In the meantime, we’re learning to love the prairie. This “drive-thru” state that we’ve always tried to bypass has become our destination and we’re learning to see the beauty in the smallness and in the vastness that surrounds us.
This morning’s breathtaking sunrise over the Nebraska cornfields.
And to think we nearly missed this.