1 Time for a change

"Sierra! Sierra!" shouted the crowd holding pens and paper up to me as I was leaving the stage. "Well." sighed my assistant Billy. "What?" I sighed and chuckled at the same time while tossing my guitar in the back of my dark gray truck. "It's- It-It's just your attitude today. Your performance was poor, and you barely acknowledged the audience. You just sang and left!" Anger was escaping from me and there was nothing I could do. I slammed the tailgate shut and turned to face him in a fast motion. "Well maybe this isn't for me! Maybe I am not where I am supposed to be! I don't feel at home." I yelled. I took a pause while a tear rolled down my cheek. "I can't stand the sound of the city. I cannot stand the city, period! I am not where I belong." "Well then where do you belong!?" "I don't know." I replied quietly. I walked over into my truck and drove away.

I woke up to ten missed calls and 6 messages, all from Billy. I had missed my morning concert but had no concern about it. I went to the kitchen and made myself some coffee. This was the first time I had slept in for two months. Once my coffee brewed, I poured it in my favorite mug and walked outside on to the balcony. I despised the view. Cars, stores, buildings, TONS of people. Just not my kind of style. All night one question raced through my mind, where do I belong? I prayed about it asking God to show me and guide me toward where I am meant to be in life. Nothing felt right. I grabbed a magazine and started to browse through. That is when I got the idea. I am going on a road trip all the way to Alberta, Canada!

I loaded all my stuff in the back of my truck and set off.