Where is Home?

“How does it feel to be home?”

This is the question I have been asked the most since arriving back in Southern California. I don’t really know how to answer it. This is mostly because the question makes a very basic assumption.

It assumes I am home. 

Now, I know my address. I know where I am living. Since I have the benefit of living in a place where I know the area and I’m familiar with my surroundings, it is easy to navigate. 

But what does it mean to be home? Where is it?

I made the comment today that I would always be homeless. I then threathed to punch my friend in the face if he challenged me with the old addage, “Home is where the heart is.”

I know, not the best example of Jesus.

You see, my heart is always looking to the horizons. It feels a breeze and hears it’s name. When my heart finds a kindred soul, part of it stays behind. My heart is never in one place.

I know what people mean when they ask about home. They want to know how it feels to be among the familiar. They want to know how it is to understand everything again. They want to know if I am comforted.

I am blessed. 

Comfort may come in time.

Then again, I’m not sure if I want it to.

Continuing the adventure, 

Jess