Is ambivalence a feeling in itself?  Because that’s all I can say to describe what it feels like to pack up my life (again) and move back home.  Because Joplin has sort of become home.  But my home is in Oviedo with family.  But also at FCC with friends who are like family.

We have a new roommate this year.  I don’t know much about her other than people think she’s awesome, so I’m excited to meet her.  She posted a blog the other day that was basically her saying that home for her has always been the people around her.  She’s a missionary kid, or something like that (again, I don’t know), and travels a bunch.  She also said she’s learning that her home is in Him.

I’m excited to live with this girl because already she is causing me to think deeper.

My earthly home is where my people are: in Oviedo, in Kissimmee, in Joplin, in Cambodia.  My real Home?  The one I want and need to rest in everyday and every moment and every breath?  It is in Him.