The Road to Home

Everyone is on their own journey. Some people have found a place where they feel comfy cozy. Traditionally, that place is called home.

When I was younger, my parents’ house was my home. I was surrounded by friends and family that loved and supported me.

I then went to college where I lived in a dorm room for a few years. I still had my parents’ house that I could return to if I needed somewhere to go that still felt like home. While I was away at college, my parents decided to relocate to a different city. Though they chose a lovely town to make their new home, I lost the house that I called home.

Though I wasn’t homeless, there were days when I felt that way. I had a place to live, but it wasn’t a home.

I got married soon after I graduated from college and made a home for us in our small townhouse. This was my new home. It felt like home. Even after we moved from our lazy college town to the big city, making a home for ourselves was not a problem. We quickly settled in to our house and we felt comfortable and safe. A few years later we bought our first home and had no trouble at all transforming it to our home. We even brought our daughter into this house and it quickly became her home.

Perhaps one of the hardest things that I have ever had to do in my life is moving from our safe and warm home to a new and unfamiliar place. We have encountered culture shock, temperature shock and sticker shock. Not only do we spend time traveling back and forth from our former home, we are also navigating the road to our new home.