((I started this entry earlier in the day, and left it because I was having too hard a time sorting out what I was feeling. Later this evening doing work on my computer and listening to music a song from Fiddler on the Roof came on my player. This part of the story is when a daughter wants to go be with her husband who has been exiled to Siberia, and she is trying to explain it to her father. While Devon is in Canada, not Siberia (although this winter sure has felt like Siberia) he is far from the home I love, and yet, as the daughter explains that where he is, is her home. I don't have to explain anything to Mom and Dad, they encouraged me to go home, although they love having me here. I am still worried about my parents, I want to be here to be a help and support for them, I want to be with my Mom until the end as well as my Dad As I said above, I am really torn about this decision. The lyric "Oh, what a melancholy choice this is, Wanting home, wanting him" really sums it up for me. I would very much appreciate your prayers, I need to feel peace about my decision.))
Far From The Home I Love
How can I hope to make you understand
Why I do what I do,
Why I must travel to a distant land,
Far from the home I love.
Once I was happily content to be
As I was, where I was,
Close to the people who are close to me,
Here in the home I love.
Who could see that a man would come
Who would change the shape of my dreams.
Helpless now I stand with him,
Watching older dreams grow dim.
Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,
Wanting home, wanting him,
Closing my heart to ev'ry hope but his,
Leaving the home I love,
There where my heart has settled long ago
I must go, I must go,
Who could imagine I'd be wand'ring so
Far from the home I love
Yet there with my love, I'm home.
