Restless and searching for something

My Dad decided that he wanted to know when his mother's family came to the New World. I spent the last couple days researching his Mother's family and typing a document. My grandparents spent years traveling around the country after they retired. They visited cemeteries, courthouses and libraries to complete family trees. Grandma published a book about her father's family. So it was quite easy for me to sift through the information. My grandmother's family has been in the US since 1635, and my great grandmother's people came on the Mayflower. My father's ancestor's came from England and Sweden in the 1800s as did my mother's. So no tracing my mother's and dad's folks to Plymouth Rock! My dad was pleased. I Included place of birth and death as well as burial info. Made a typo on my grandma's date of birth! The 2 and 3 keys are next to each other. Dreaming last night that I visited the school where I taught and was trying to find the exit. Went through a department store and a dental office. Waiting patiently for the arrival of our first baby granddaughter. She is due any moment. The search is not for something tangible but rather for inner calm, peace, and good rapport with and acceptance of others. That is the treasure I am seeking.