Fifteen years ago this week Jennifer and I left our homes and packed what little we owned into our cars and drove to Nashville to move into our apartment. It was the beginning of our lives together as “us”, out on our own. Tomorrow we will again drive to Tennessee and move a car’s worth of stuff into an apartment. The “us” includes two kids and a dog this time, but in some ways this feels much the same is it did in 1995.

Our house in Franklin still sits vacant as we await our mold settlement process to begin. Our consumer advocate is telling us to plan on at least six months of limbo. Numbers with a lot of zeros are being tossed around and it makes me nervous. In a way this is even more unsettling than our move to Africa. When we moved there we had a plan. We knew where we would be and for how long and how much it would cost. This is different. I haven’t the foggiest idea where we will be in six months or how much, if any, money we will have left. It’s easier to live life one day at a time when you sort-a know what to expect from each day.

Some of you know how we feel cause you’re walking the same season right now. We’ve read your stories as they have come in and have been really blessed by them. Shortly flowing this blog post will come the first edition of TRAVELERS IRL (in real life). The concept is still in the development stage but we are genuinely excited about connecting people who have our music in common with one another to share their lives.