I was five days in the crazy land of Chicago. Too long for me, my soul and body was crying out for the winter white of the quiet countryside. Give me a icicle covered barn over a festively decorated shopping mall any day. Give me icy back roads over grey slushy toll roads and I will not complain.
I am so thankful that my quiet world is ages away from the rolling endless expanses of downtown and suburban sprawling Chicago land.
I am happy to be in my own little world of my home and life here in the country. I am happy to have the space to raise my children for the glory of God and the restoration of traditional Catholic culture here in the "middle of nowhere"
Not for all the money in the world would I choose that life, where you can not even buy groceries or fill up on gas without a TV blaring in your face. A life where it seems everything centers around buying or selling something.
How thankful I am to be home.