Home?

I have been living in my house, my home (you know that place I lived for eighteen years before I shipped myself off to college) for almost a month.  To be honest, it is weird.  My room...is not my room.  My stuff is huddled into a corner.  My camp trunk is packed waiting to go on a wild adventure in about fourish days.  Life is good.  No complaints.  A little antsy about post summer life and jobs and rent and bills and school and a new life.  Excited yes.  Nervous, perhaps a little.  Not to horribly bad though.  I love life.  I like mine.  I like where I am headed.  I like the outlook.  But, what exactly do I want out of this journey I am on?  Where do  I want to end up?  There are a million scenarios but let me tell you a few.

-  In one, I find a girl at seminary soon.  I marry her.  We fall in love.  We have seven children.  We move somewhere cool.  I have a cool job at a cool church, or some hipster social justice nonprofit, or placing African babies and poor American babies in homes of loving parents.  I live in.... Nashville, Colorado, maybe even Walnut Ridge and go to my favorite church and hang out with my favorite people.  Clinton.  Perhaps, let's be honest, I was always a big fan of C-Town, and its home, but I am not sure I have an exclusive relationship with it anymore.

- One I stay single until I am 30.  Travel the world, get a million degrees.  Run a cool non-profit or pastor a really awesome new church.  I live life, on my terms and well, God's as much as I can.  I'll try real hard...I hope.

- One I am destined to be alone.  Well, in the spousal category.  Which doesn't depress me. Sure, I want a brood of children and someone to love and to be loved by.  But, if it doesn't happen....I'll still be content.  I will roam the world.  Defending the widow, the orphan, the poor, and the sojourner.  Maybe I'll work for the U.N. or the president.  Who knows really.

They say you can't go home again.  And the proverbial they, would be right.  But, ladies and gentleman...home is what you make it.  My house, my family, my life will never be the same as I left it four years ago or a month ago when I graduated from college.  They won't always be like they were....but home is what you make it and so is family.

Home is....
- When Momma cooks anything.
- Seeing my Nana
- Church
- High school memories.  Good and bad.
- Reading a book all day in my room.
- Lunch with Maggie and Kaysha.
- Sitting in that green chair that occupied my dorm room.
- Laying on my futon
- The upstairs at the Pucik home.
- Stephanie's kitchen.
- My FBC office.
- Sitting in the chair across from Janet's desk.
- Chilling on Jon's bed talking about life
- Williams walks
- The Library

Home is where you make it.  Home will be Waco, and home will still be Clinton.  Home will still be Walnut Ridge.  Home will still be were the people I love are.  Home will be in my heart not a location in my GPS.

Not to be clique but home...is where the heart is.