The World Is Your Home

As my time in Edmonton staying with the Stewarts came to an end the travels back to Jeremiah's Crossfield began.

A pit stop in Drayton Valley saw us attending a morning church service. Afterwards with the diminishing cheers of the congregation behind me I struck out on a walk. With no particular destination in mind I wandered through typical "what if" scenarios.
"I could just stay here".
Seems like a nice place...it's not a city, theres a hip happening church, a handy GreyHound Depo and a good town name.
With nothing but reason standing in my way the thought of staying developed into what Jeremaih once described as the "sharp joy...of extream change."

I ate an egg. It was a nice restaurant, good food, clean washrooms...
I cracked a slight smile as Uncle Peter made mention of my ramaining travels south to Jeremiah Town. "Good" I thought "He has no idea". I had a sneeking suspicion Uncle Peter somehow knew, but no, of course he didn't. Could no one see my thoughts of staying written in my subtle facial expressions and unspoken words?
The looming departure time had now arrived as I closed the car door. "You know where to go from here right Mom?" I asked holding the map. "Because I'm going to stay here". Mom hesitated putting the car into drive "You're going to stay right there in your seat are you?"

It was a morning of suprises.
A couple pastors got Harlys.
Benjamin stayed in Drayton Valley.