“God Bless America” was where this journey began. It ends, however, with a different song. The song I sang as I entered Calhoun County was “Country Roads.” Almost heaven was exactly what I was thinking.

I believe that home is where you look across the table at the people you love. So, home never left me on my trip. Andy and I were always together. We made memories that will always be treasured. We made discoveries that we’ll never forget.

We have spent countless months separated by Uncle Sam and the call of duty. My home has been empty for over half our marriage. Deployment became familiar and common place. Most visits to the airport were goodbyes.

This time, we boarded the plane together and our mission was for fun and discovery.

Tired and weary from too many hotel beds and too many fast food stops, we drove our last few miles into town with a bittersweet feeling. The journey was over. Our trip had come to an end, but our little house by the river was waiting.

I loved each moment of our journey. I believe everyone should have the opportunity to race into the adventures our nation has to offer. We truly live in a beautiful, diverse and blessed country.

It’s been said, that we must bloom where we are planted. So, I could live anywhere, but I am thankful I live here. As we crossed the bridge, I got the feeling that I should have been here yesterday. The country roads have led me home to the place I belong . . . and to the journey’s end.