The road of a traveler and explorer never ends.
As it was, so it shall continue to be. Home from a journey south into Hemingway land (or coral island in this case) we are again packing up to move north. And this time it's permanent. For two and a half years now my wife, son and I have made our home in the warm embrace of Chapel Hill, North Carolina, walking its forests and enjoying the long summers with sweet tea. It was a good life. For the first time in a decade we could call the Americas home again. It was a much needed return, for friendships and family left behind in the pursuit of adventures overseas were fading and the heart grows lonely after a while.
Yet even the beautiful forests and rolling hills of the Triangle would not suffice in the end. Three states of separation can still be a challenge to some and so with our eyes set on the horizon and our writing materials packed in boxes, we once again are about to resettle. We will not cross oceans deep or mountains high this time, and should be comfortable in our new home by mid-August, but my final editing efforts will (once again) take a hit.

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