Home is Where the Heart Is

It is so difficult for me to adjust to time changes. When the time moved back one hour, I mentally remained on "home" time. Now it is a two hour fall backI am dealing with and two hours makes enough difference in staying with the culture around me that I can't pretend anymore. As a result, I am finding my nights are much shorter. I stay up later and continue to rise early as I do at home. It is five o'clock a. m. here in the mountains and it is seven o'clock at home. My biological clock says, it is time to get up. I fought with my BC for awhile but going back to sleep was not an option. I couldn't get there so I will spend the next three hours getting ready for our day. The sky is just beginning to lighten and the mountain ridge is becoming visible.

Grant's Pass is a beautiful valley town surrounded by mountains. As I scanned the 360 degree sight last evening, it occured to me that the residents of this fair city have probably gotten so used to the view that it doesn't make the same impression on them as it does on us who don't see it often. I have heard comments from visitors to Indiana who comment about the beautiful corn fields. We see them everyday and don't pay much attention. I suppose that is the way it is anywhere one lives.

It is interesting to see that as the terrain changes across this country, the people are much the same as in other areas. People are people. We all have the same basic needs and requirements. There are some differences that I have noticed. Across the desolate places, people live very frontier like. Homes are small shacks or trailers. Most have no green grass neatly manicured around their homestead. Dirt driveways make a path from road to living quarters. Junk lay around the perimeter as if those things have laid there for decades. Life in the populated areas is much different. We seem to subdue our immediate surroundings in a more aggressive manner. I am again reminded on this trip, how blessed we are. Home will seem more like a castle when I arrive there. I will, at least for awhile, not look at those that have more, but thank my Lord for the wonderful blessings of comfort and beauty He has given me in my humble home in De Motte, Indiana.