Where am I today? A good question, considering that of late I often catch myself both coming and going. Home. It always seems to be going home. The home that I share with my husband. The children. The dogs. The cats. The jumbled chaotic-ness of a small abode with many moving parts as we waltz around the various schedules of work, of school, of friends, of being. I travel from home to home. The home of my childhood, the place of my upbringing. My parents still live there. The church of my heart is there (and that in itself is a topic for yet another rambling). It is a source of comfort, of respite, of love, of renewal, of frustration. It is the place that I no longer live. Yet it remains home. No matter which direction I travel these days, it seems that I am going home.
I wonder at this juxtaposition of life and home. And realize how fortunate I am to have a home of so many qualities. On a whim, I looked up the definition of home. It is a noun (a place), adjective (adescripton), adverb (a qualification) and verb (an action). It is all encompassing. It sums up where I am today in this journey we call life. Whether I am coming or going. I find myself at home.