After yet another long red eye flight, I arrived back in Houston today around noon thoroughly exhausted. For those unaware of my trip and wondering whether I once again began to flake on my commitment to blogging, I have been in Anchorage since Wednesday looking into a job opportunity there as a youth director. It is quite possible, I would even say probable, that I will end up there starting this summer. As I was flying into Houston it occurred to me I am at a point again in my life where I don’t have a clue where “Home” is…
During my freshman year at A&M, I started feeling confused about whether Humble or College Station was my home. By the time I was a sophomore, I felt more at home in Aggieland and began to refer to C.S. as “home” and Humble as “home home”. Until I graduated I considered College Station my home, even though my roots and family were still in Humble. Since graduating and moving back with my family, Aggieland is feeling less and less like home (although I will always absolutely love it there), and Humble is feeling a bit more homey. Yet I am in a place of uncertainty again. Will Anchorage soon become my home? Will it ever feel like home with all my loved ones still back in Texas?
Home is where the heart is, or so they say. What about when your heart is in more than one place?
