Hearth

This is where we sat during Christmas, warming ourselves by the fire. This is where our trophies were placed, all lined in a row. This is where my parents built their life and raised a family. I spent 18 years in this house and overnight it was gone.
I have been thinking about my future more intensely lately; Should I go to graduate school? Should I buy a house or keep renting? What is the next step I am supposed to take? But after thinking for a moment and weighing my options I keep getting drawn back here. To this land and this hearth. The trees and the quiet nights listening to the whippoorwills. Maybe I've been spending too much time planning and looking ahead; maybe in order for me to figure out what my next adventure should be I need to go back to the spot where all my first journeys began...back to the original starting point.