I am not meant for this place.
We are settled into our "place" now (at least for the time being), and while the stars shine brighter and everything else I wrote in my last post about life in Missouri has come to past, I still feel . . . wanting. . . waiting . . . hoping. . . for something better, something more secure and tangible.
That I can't hop on a plane, or buy a ticket to Aslan's Country has me in pieces right now. I don't even want Narnia anymore, give me the real thing.
"Further up and further in"