home

home |hōm|
noun
1 the place where one lives permanently, esp. as a member of a family or household
• the family or social unit occupying such a place : he came from a good home and was well educated.
• a house or an apartment considered as a commercial property : low-cost homes for first-time buyers.
• a place where something flourishes, is most typically found, or from which it originates : Piedmont is the home of Italy's finest red wines.
• informal a place where an object is kept.
2 an institution for people needing professional care or supervision : an old people's home.
3 Sports the goal or end point.


For a year, I have called France my home. A spacious room on the second floor of a girls dorm on the campus of Collonges. I ate, slept, fellowshipped and grew in this home. Although I would miss the familiarities of my life in the U.S, my little european styled room was my home.

And now I'm back.

It's been a month since I've been back and everything has been happening fairly quickly:
June 8th-- Miss my flight from Geneva to the States. Epic fail. And not on my part. (ugly debate with a mean french guy airport worker)
June 9th- -Sleep for a few hours then my best friend Silvi drives me to Camp Kulaqua to work.
June 10-June 27-- I realize that coming to camp late really sucks, you miss out on crucial bonding with staff. But I learned a whole lot and realized that God was trying to humble me in so many ways. Working at camp for many years got me accustomed to the same people running the "show" because they did it so well. I had to get used to new people contributing and realized that everyone has to be given a chance. We all start somewhere.
Camp didn't go exactly how I planned but like I said, I still learned something from it all.
June 28--Got a well deserved and needed pedi with my sister and Fern, then prepared for my six hour drive down to miami.
If you weren't aware before, my father is a Pastor and the conference moved our family to Miami while I was abroad.
My french friend Aurélie has come to visit. I picked her up from the MIA airport and we headed home.
June 29--Washed clothes and repacked for GC.
June 30--Drove to Atlanta, Georgia for the General Conference. Had a blast seeing people from my past.
July 4-- Drove back down to Miami. Watched fireworks in the car on the way down.
July 6--Drove back up to Orlando to see some friends for a couple days. Serious nostalgia kicked in as I visited my old home, high school and my favorite spots in O-town.

So there you have it. I've been going non-stop for almost a month now. From France, to Miami, to Georgia, to Orlando and back. It's a little different now. My parent's have moved from the house I grew up in and now they are to move again. All our stuff is in boxes and everyday is like a maze game trying to get to our belongings.

This year I head back to Southern. This will be the first time for me, that I take all that I own to school. I don't have a home after this. I mean, technically I can always go back to the house my parents are living at but this year marks a lot of change going on in my life. It won't be easy, this new life style.

A few years ago, I would have painted an ideal setting for my life. I would have told you precisely everything I would accomplish and by what time, who I would have married, where I would be living and what my career would entail. Then real life kicked in. People left, died, grew-up, hearts got broken, changed, moved and nothing went according to plan. I am in the process of still learning the power of the God I serve, who gets me through everything. Having a home, a place for refuge to go to and just leave all my stuff has always been there for me and now it's not.
Well, I guess this is the part where "Home is where the heart is" comes in. Except I'm not sure where my heart is yet.