Leaving Home to Go Home
Are you excited to go home? This is the question that has been ringing in my ears over the past few weeks. My initial response is always yes, but deep down in my soul that question holds a heavy weight. I am so ready to go back to my family because they are my best friends. I am ready to sleep in my own bed after hugging my sibings and parents goodnight and getting goodnight kisses from our puppy. I am so ready for that. But THAT is home. I have learned over the past 8 months that home is not a building. The people inside of the building are what make that building home. During this trip, when asked if I missed home, I would always say, "I miss my family." This made me realize something. In all of the countries I have visited, I have seen at least one family who did not have a building to call home. Yet, without fail, those people were often the happiest people I have ever met. I have come to conclude that it is because they have learned the secret. Home doesn't come ...
