God's Country

I always wonder if the grass is greener...

In Oklahoma the grass was greener, literally, but what would it be like to really live there?  To live anywhere besides California for that matter. 

There seemed to be a lightness about this place.  The people were friendlier and more helpful.  I felt like I had known the neighbors for years within only a few days of meeting them.  It was arcadian and charming to say the least.  

I  wonder if the idea of living somewhere else just seems more enchanting because I'm suffocating.  Suffocating in this lifeless, redundant episode I've created for myself.  I've been trapped in a kaleidoscope for sometime now:  At first the patterns and shapes seem to continually change, but eventually they repeat, and repeat, and grow tiresome.  

I have been blessed immensely and I pay unending homage and tribute to God.  I just ponder what's next.

My pawn should make a move but I'm so unsure of its direction.