We have been living in our townhouse for over 3 months now.
We have been back stateside nearly 11 months.
I’m still feeling a little lost or like I can’t find my place.
It just doesn’t feel like home yet.
I try to figure out why.
I mean, sure, my “stuff” is still partially in Texas and somewhere between Korea and here, but it’s not about the stuff.
Home is where my husband and daughter are.
However, that’s not all.
Home is truly where my heart is, which is torn between continents.
…varying countries where family and friends reside.
…places marked by my experiences
I allow this reality to steep and once again face the truth that I will never be “at home” here.
I wasn’t designed to settle here.
“But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.”