How many times have you heard the saying “when my ship comes in”? At my age I have heard it in many times in different contexts.
Ive been waiting forever to hit the Lottery or to win the Readers Digest Sweepstakes; always waiting for the answer to my large dreams. As long as I have these dreams I have hope.
Hope is held in my heart as I look forward to something; anything.
Hope is a dream of a warm sunny beach as I am freezing my butt off in dead winter and there is no sign of Spring in sight.
Hope is wishing there is a Santa Claus that will magically appear and provide me with a bag of goodies and leave me jolly.
Hope is wishing I wasn’t lonely in a room full of people. Hope is wishing I wasn’t involved in a conversation where I hear nothing but noise.
Hope is wishing I could run away and had somewhere and someone to run to.
Hope is wishing I was 25 years old and could do it all again – just better.
So many of my hopes and dreams did come true.
So many boats did come in.
My God Son is the biggest boat of all. He gives me love and joy and has made me so proud of the man he has become.
I have been blessed with families in IL, SC and Italia. I have more brothers than the 3 that are genetically mine. I have more sisters than the one that I was raised with. I also have been blessed with inlaws; some have come and gone but they will always be my family.
My house is currently located in SC and I was raised in IL; however I don’t consider either Home.
There is another saying that Home is where the Heart is. I am searching for my Home, not another house.
I hope to find a place where my Heart belongs so I can go Home.
Love has come and gone for me two (2) times. I suppose I’ve been luckier than some.
I know that hope isn’t really about money, the lottery or even Santa Claus.
Hope has always been about not growing old.
Hope has always been about not having Cancer.
Hope has always been about not being alone.
My Hope is that I can find Peace.
My ship did come in and it didn’t sink.
It floated about nicely for awhile, but no more. It’s not my time now.
I’ve looked at maps and studied places around the world that are ideal to live; I am retired and can pick up and go anywhere.
What I’ve discovered is there is no place that is labeled Mo’s Home.
My sailing days are over. My ship is not coming in again.
I am sure there will be some smaller boats that will come and go.
Fortunately the seas aren’t rough and with a little Murphy luck they will stay calm as I look out and still dream of finding Home.
My advice to you is don’t let your ship slip away from its Homeport.