Home is where the heart is.
The longer I have been away, the more truth I see in that statement. It’s one I’ve heard all my life, but never really understood. Home has always been where my family is, here in Northern Virginia. I have been blessed with parents who love me and sacrificed a lot for me. My brother drives me up a wall, but we’re family and I wouldn’t change it (except, perhaps, for fewer Facebook hacks. 😉 ) My extended family care about me and we always have fun we we’re together. At school people would ask me what I was looking forward to the most this Holiday break. I told them, “I’m looking forward to spending time with my family.” The longer I am away from them, the more important and valuable they are to me.
But my heart isn’t just in Northern Virginia; it’s also in Wilmore, Kentucky. This was a rough semester, to put it gently, but through it all I had friends surround me and encourage me. They made me laugh when I took myself to seriously, and looked after me when I was sick. I can’t fathom why I am so blessed to have such godly, funny, crazy, creative friends–but I do have them. I miss going to Miller and seeing them all hanging out in the Computer Lab or editing a project in an edit suite. I miss going to CPO and then doing a Student Center Walk-Through to say hi to my friends at the campus coffee shop. I miss coming back to my apartment and laughing with my roommates until my sides hurt. I will see them again in about a month, but I still miss them.
I have two homes, which means my heart is in two places. How can that be? I don’t know.
You though I’d have some deep, thoughtful answer to that, didn’t you? Haha! Well, I don’t! I just know that Asburians have claimed my heart and made Wilmore a new home for me. I didn’t think it was going to happen, but it did. I wouldn’t want it any other way. 🙂
Had my own Five Minute Friday today since I miss writing and wanted to ease back into it. Enjoy!