|The view from this summer's "spot".|
I usually have to battle two feelings when it comes to times like this: 1. Irritability and 2. Homelessness. The first stems from nervousness, causing me to feel uptight and anxious from all the details that so often evade me. To combat that, I thank God for people close to me who extend gracious understanding, I triple check my flight itinerary, and I also make hot tea in an effort to just cool it. That homelessness, though…that takes a little more than tea to soothe.
I really don’t want to talk too much about how I’ve moved around, but with the travels ahead of me, its what is on my mind (and therefore, what is on my blog). I sometimes have a feeling of homelessness, in the truest sense of the word “home”. As you, dear reader, probably know, “home” is more than just a place to rest one’s head. Its more than shelter. It’s a place of belonging, familiarity, love, and stability—to me, anyways. It is something that I have caught glimpses of in places from an apartment in Cairo, to a boarding school dorm room, to a house in Missouri. With two probable years left in a college dorm and a mysterious future following that, I have begun traditions in an effort to create home no matter where I find myself. These include:
I will always hold this promise close to my heart, especially when the lack of a building to call home stirs up those feelings of homelessness in me. So as I pour yet another cup of steaming hot tea, I bask in the thought that I do have a home—I just haven’t been there yet.
What is home to you? Do you have any traditions that help to create a sense of home? I'd love to hear from you! Comment below or email me at aria(at)truerootblog(dot)com:)