I Want to Be Where Your Heart is Home

With everything that has been transpiring lately I find myself thinking about the concept of "home."

Of course, there is the real, physical sense of home. The country, state, city, town, building in which we live; our home. But there is also a different sense of home, the one in which we feel happy, we feel that we belong, that we have found our one perfect place.

For example, where I grew up will always have a special place in my heart and will always be my home in a way. When I moved to Minnesota it was thought to be temporary — for school. Even when I ended up moving back after graduation I still felt it was only a temporary thing. It has now been nearly six years since that initial feeling... six years was not in the plan, at least in the back of my mind where the unspoken plan lingered. I thought perhaps two to three years and then we would move on. That was, of course, not the case. Six years in a place, even as a transplant, you would think that I would eventually settle in, feel comfortable around my surroundings. That has really not been the case.

I have met some wonderful people here, and developed friendships that will last (even after the next move), but I have never felt at home here, never felt comfortable or like I really belonged. At first I attributed that to being away from "home," from the place I was raised. But even going back "home" now I do not feel like it is the place I truly belong.

Now, will I feel that connection on this next move? Maybe, maybe not. But no matter what, I really do believe I will find that place one day, and I am really looking forward to finding the place where my heart calls home.

— E