Home?

A couple weeks ago, one of those gentlemen in the cars with the lights on top pulled us over at 1:30am on our way from Indiana to Georgia. He was really nice, and just wanted to inform me that one of my license plate lights was out (which I still have to fix). After he ran our information, he came back and asked, “Where is home? You have an Illinois driver license, an Indiana license plate, and it looks like you’re moving to Georgia.” (we had a bike rack and backseat full of stuff) I told him a little about living in Ethiopia and being back for a bit and he seemed mildly interested.


But it got me thinking a little. Since I left home for college 14 years ago, I’ve moved 14 times – sometimes across town, or the country or even an ocean. I don’t have any grand wisdom to share. But personally, I’d like to get a little more settled…but not too settled. I don’t think as much about the physical buildings I’ve lived in, but I love to remember and reconnect with the people in all those places. I think a lot of life is about relationships, being pilgrims and remembering that all of us still have a little ways before we truly get “home”.