I did not marry a miller (if you get this reference before clicking on the link, you are as random as me). I married an academic. Who knew they were both wanderers (with deep attractions to water). I kind of wish we had a magical gypsy wagon that unfolded with all our belongings inside. We could take it on our roving way and always be at home.
So our next adventure will lead us to...
We have no idea.
My guesses are:
-there will be water nearby.
-we will get to be near people we love.
-we will make wonderful new friends.
-we will experience amazing new things.
-we will miss the friends we made.
-we will be together.
-we will be happy.
(Jesse says it sounds like I'm trying a little too hard to convince someone that I'm ok with this. He's right. That someone is me.)