Functional Thinking

Home is where the heart is!

Today I lay flat on my back staring at the fan in my room! With out thinking I moved in my memories through time. From birthdays, family trips, laughter, high school crushes, and the inevitable move from state to state with my family, to innocent cries and foolish tears.

I changed my life dramatically in the last few months and although life has been tough, I'm making it through. We all go through change in our short lives, always moving even if we go no where. Our very functional brains have the capacity to change us in ways we can not imagine, and if that involves moving you to the other side of the world (Spain for me) so be it! Changing takes big moves, and moving takes big changes! A rhetorical statement that means the world to me!

My whole life has been one big move! From Spain to America, Oregon, Washington, California, the story goes on. Amidst all those moves I think I lost the factor of where exactly home was. Was home where I was born and took my first steps, or is where I learned to make friends on my own. Is home where my best friends live or the town I spent most my life in? Does home really have to be a place, because I can’t put my finger in which one is the best?

What I mean by that is that home for me can’t just be Spokane (any longer) or Madrid, or even Roseburg! Home has to me is where I know I belong. Although that definition changes drastically as I get older and grow new friendships it always will be kneeling in prayer with my heavenly Father, by my mom’s side in the kitchen, with my best friends laughing, and in the arms of those I love. My home is not found on the map, but in my heart. Only there can I find my place, my home! It’s tough some times to feel like a stranger in your own home, but I think I’ve found that place, and I know where to run when life hits me hard.

Where’s your home?