Where to Call Home

As I entered the airport after a weekend of visiting my family, I couldn’t help feeling a little emotional from saying goodbye. The place I had grown up in – and the people I had grown up with – were no longer my home. I have a home of my own, far away, and yet in that moment, when I was between the two, it felt like neither place was my home.

I remind myself that I belong in the present moment, and as long as I can stay present, I’m right where I’m meant to be. Sometimes the present moment is lonely. I’m not where I used to be, but I’m not quite where I want to be either. I have nostalgia for the past, but I do not belong there. I have an aching for the future, but I do not belong there either.

And so I must content myself with being okay where I am, and that can be hard to do.

2 thoughts on “Where to Call Home

  1. Deep and profound thoughts Katherine.

    Some might say “Home is where you hang your hat” but I prefer home is wear you hang your heart.

    It’s okay to have multiple “homes” even in the in between places.

    Praying you find peace in your “home”

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