This morning I drug my sorry body to the Urgicare Clinic because I had finally realized the whole sinus issue was not going to go away on its own, as it so often does. After waiting an inordinate amount of time (typical) I was seen by a wonderful doctor, who I really love when my doctor is not available (she does not work weekends). In the end I walked out with prescriptions, which, when added to the other daily medicine I take now, qualified me to open up my own drugstore.

Before I left to go to the doctors, Mr. Moogie, Chickie and I had agreed that we would meet somewhere for lunch when I was done. I called home to let them know I was through and we met at a little family diner that is popular for its home cooked, comfort food meals. It was wonderful.

After we were through, Mr. Moogie had some errands to run and I really just wanted to go home, take my meds and just rest for a while. I decided to take the back way, and it was really the best thing for me. The impending panic attack I felt dissipated as I let myself soak in my surroundings.

The road I took was a winding, rural (almost country) road, filled with trees and greenery beyond belief. Imagine going through a tunnel that was not made of cement, but of trees, with branches curved over the path to provide a tranquil setting in which all of your troubles fade into the background. Interspersed between the trees you will find broken down shacks mixed with trailers in all forms (some good, some on their last leg) as well as beautiful homes, complete with breathtaking landscape. There are several small churches nestled deep in the woods, most of them small. There are three rather large crosses, (right after the storage facility) in front of and old, yet well kept up mobile home. I always have a sense of peace when I pass that spot. Perhaps it's because I feel God's presence?

The route, while a bit farther than taking the normal way, does so much for my piece of mind. When I'm stressed, when I feel helpless or when I'm sick or just want to give up, this road brings everything back into perspective for me. Old, new, junk, beauty. All coexisting on one road.

There is a dilapidated building that sits on the corner that I need to turn down to continue my trek home. I want to take a picture of this building, but so far, I have not remembered to take my camera to capture the aura it represents. When I reach this building, it never fails to amaze me at how at peace I feel. It reminds me that I am going home. No matter how hard things are, I am going home. My home. My family.

Friends and family are what make life complete. No matter how hard things are in your life, there is always your family, and your home, no matter where that might be.

I guess it really is true. Home is where your heart is.