home

Lately I've been thinking about home. For me my home is many places. It's where I feel safe, safe, connected, and comfortable. It's in Michigan, India, and Thailand. With people I can be freely myself. It's all about people I guess. I am "home" right now, in the house I grew up in, on the street, in the town, but I'm not connected, and I'm not flourishing. This will always in a way be home, but I know it won't. My time here is only for a season.

I believe we can make, and create a home. I can't really define it, but I have this strong desire to create a home. Even if I would move from here to there, I want to create a home with someone. We would even have a tangible place that we call "home, can can come back home to. Does this make any sense? Probably not, and that is fine. I created this blog to write and process, not for tons of eyes to read and judge me.

I'm ready. In a way I'm tired of being flighty, and free.

In light of eternity, the earth is not our home. Beautiful when you really think about it. A longing for heaven, and our creator. Our time that we are entrusted with here is short.

Eternity is forever.

The truth is, I know my free-spirit will always drive me, and my stubbornness will always ground me.

chow