Today we live here.

Funny how that happens. You start to dream outside the box (hint: our dream isn't a "job", a mortgage and house in the 'burbs) but you're faced with a situation out of your control to make that dream a reality (our US immigration process).

So back to the drawing board you go. You cry, you write, you consult another lawyer, you process, you talk, you dream more, you research. You make a plan. A big plan.

A plan that will require you to work your butt off. A plan that will take commitment and perserverance. A plan that requires you to give up certain securities (like a steady paycheck) and trust in untold and unseen providences.

But before you can even commit to that plan you make a preliminary reconnaissance trip. Then another.

And then you commit. You have no clue what you're committing to. You can't anticipate the loneliness in the journey, the work it will take, the challenges along the way.

You also have no idea the beauty and joy that awaits you. The dreams you will realize and the people you will encourage along the way. The "pinch me, we get to live here" feeling you'll have each day.

These last days of December, two years ago to the very day we first came to the Gaspé peninsula, I'm remembering all of this.

In those early days of this journey I had no idea how this was all going to work out. I still have no idea!

But if these past two years have taught me anything it's that this next year is going to be good one.

Wishing you a Happy New Year with many adventures and untold blessings for your journey!