In the past two years of wandering, I have explored the definition of "home" a bit more thoroughly. Is it really a place? Is it a feeling? Is it the people? All of these aspects contribute to a home environment. I have found temporary "homes" along my journey: captivating places of natural beauty that I return to again and again, the nomadic community of outdoor educators, churches I have been a part of, and family members that I have visited.
This winter I came back to the place where I originated from in the hope of being renewed in an environment surrounded by loved ones. Here in Virginia I have enjoyed time with my immediate family, my church family, and my climbing family (at the local gym). I have been so blessed and refreshed by my time with them, yet this is not the place I "belong" anymore. The hustle and bustle of the DC area does not bring peace to my heart.
I do look forward to "settling down" in a physical place that I can call home someday. However, it has become more and more apparent to me that I will never truly find that place here on earth, because the place I originate, flourish, and dwell most often is with God in Heaven. I like the last sentence of Oxford's definition of home: "a place where something flourishes." That is what a home should be.
Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere.
Psalm 84:10
Psalm 84:10
