The Move Phase 1 Kissimmee to Indiana--These places and these faces are getting old...I am going home!

I'm staring out into the night
And trying to hide the pain
I'm going to the place where love
and feeling good don't ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain
I'm going home to the place where I belong
where your love has always been enough for me
I'm running from you know I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home
The miles are getting longer it seems
The closer I get to you.... babe
I've not always been the best man and friend for you
But your love remains true and I don't know why
You always seem to give me another try
I'm going home
To the place where I belong
Where your love has always been good enough for me
I'm running from you know I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
Be careful what you wish for
cause you just might get it all
you just might get it all and then some you dont want
be careful what you wish for cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all
I'm going home to the place where I belong
Where your love has always been enough for me
And I'm running from.. you know I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me'
But these places and these faces are getting old
But these places and these faces are getting old
I'm going home
I'm going home

Maybe it is corny to add this song from Chris Daughtry, but it says everything I felt when we were moving just a few short weeks ago. Here are some picture of my old home which has been renovated and does not look the same at all. Other pictures are of the landscape, view from where I lived, and my precious family that still lives in the surrounding area. It had been 7 years since I left Indiana. I do not regret leaving because Heavenly Father and my husband have given me more love and spiritual growth than I could have ever imagined. Yet there are always the memories of a mother, first love, the sweet sting of death, and friends that will stay with me always. I will always be a Hoosier!