Thinking of starting over

I would love to start blogging again…but I feel the need to completely start over .

“Parksmission: Me on Mission” just doesn’t fit anymore.  When I originally named the blog what I did, Josh and I were on a literal mission to be full-time missionaries to Ukraine.  The sole purpose of the blog was to share our experiences with friends and family at home in the U.S.  However, once we returned to the States for good, the purpose began to fade as our ministry began to fade.  I’ve used the blog occasionally to record my thoughts and experiences, specifically in relation to my faith (which fit the title and purpose perfectly), but, things are changing…I’m changing…

I guess I’m still on some kind of mission (or two).  A soul-searching mission to figure out exactly who I am and what I truly believe.  A parenthood mission – as Josh and I plan for a new baby and anticipate all the joys and anxieties that accompany being a parent.  But, even with those “missions”, the blog name just doesn’t feel right.


I miss writing.  I miss the blog community.  But, I think in order to truly re-engage, I’ve got to start over…




November is NaBloPoMo…or National Blog Posting Month.

I’m a little lot behind in the festivities, but I’ve been telling myself that I’m ready to begin blogging/writing again, and what better time is there to  jump back on the writing wagon when there’s a party going on in the blogosphere?  I’ll admit, though, that I’m still feeling a bit uninspired in what to write about.  So much has happened in the last few months, that I’m not sure where to begin…or rather if I even want to share it on my blog at all.  Not yet, at least.

But, since it is NaBloPoMo, there are a plethora of blog prompts out there for me!  So, to start off my month of daily blogging, I’ll start with today’s prompt offered to me by the official NaBloPoMo website:

How did you end up where you’re living right now? What factors will help you choose the next place you live?

Starting broadly, I ended up in Texas in 1991 when my parents loaded up our car and a Uhaul truck and moved us from an Atlanta, Georgia suburb to a Dallas suburb.  As a child, my parent’s jobs had us moving around quite a bit.  Even though I was a pretty shy girl, I enjoyed the adventure of discovering new places.  I still carry that love and passion of travel, experiencing cultures, and frequent change.  Too much of the same ole’ stuff gets me all ancy and restless (and moody).

I ended up in Garland because (1.)I married a Garland boy, (2.) my church at the time was in Garland, and (3.) most of my friends lived in Garland…so logically Garland would be where we planted our roots.

However, just because my roots are planted in Garland soil doesn’t mean that Josh and I are firmly planted.  We’ve been married 10 1/2 years, and we’ve just about moved at least once each year of our marriage…to apartments, houses, living with family, and twice overseas to Europe and back again to Garland.

Right now, we live (for the 3rd time) with my mother (for various reasons too long and complicated to write about here and now).  But, we are saving up to buy our own house and settle down for good!  We still haven’t determined exactly what we’re looking for (except it has to be a one-storied, garage-in-the-front, 3 bedroom home with a well-maintained yard, large kitchen, and spacious master bedroom/bathroom located in a kid-friendly neighborhood and not flush against a major road but still within a 15 minute drive to both of our jobs). We’re hoping to move into that perfect place early next summer.

Until then, we’re content here, where God has placed us for this time in our lives.


Should I start blogging again?