At Washington DC airport waiting out the 6 hours before my flight leaves on the final leg to Johannesburg…an overnight flight of 12 hours…

I have been in emotional overload for the past two weeks…waiting for a emotional outburst and meltdown… there only 2 short hours before I leave my loved United States to be with Mr. P. My love…

My family took me to the airport this morning…I had lived with my daughter for 6 years to be close to her and the family…after traipsing around for a long time…

I was blessed to find a job about 5 minutes from the house…when I landed back in Indiana…I was diagnosed with PTSD…

Six years is the longest that I have stayed put in one place since my divorce…it has been an important time of healing…mentally, emotionally and spirituality…

Although I was restless the last couple of years…the timing was perfectly orchestrated by God…

I am now in a place that I can give…and receive love…both to Mr. P and the world that I cross paths with…

It is very painful to leave my beautiful family…but it was time…to make the transition easier… we kept telling each other that this was just a vacation…a long forever one…but it will be interpersed with visits to and from them.

This adventure is so much more than about living in a new country…it is about learning to trust and love again…

After my divorce…there was not any relationship that lasted more than a couple of years…all very dysfunctional ones at that…but I feel like I am finally going home…

It took a long time for Mr. P to convince me to let him come and visit me…and the first time I saw him and he wrapped his arms around me…my heart was happy and contented…he is my home…the place where I feel grounded and at peace….

It is an experience that I did not have before, even in my 18 year marriage…sometimes God saves the best till last…it is so much more appreciated…

Now the fun begins…well after the 12 hour flight😊