As I am writing this, I am looking at all the boxes stacked around me that still need to be unpacked. It’s a familiar scene. Last Saturday, we moved into our third house in two years. We’re hoping to stay in this one for awhile.
“Home” has become very relative to me over the last two years. I feel like I have several homes… and no home. “Home” is where I live now, in El Salvador. “Home” is also Maryland where I grew up and where my family lives, and “home” is Pennsylvania where I lived for the last ten years before moving to El Salvador. I don’t feel completely at home here, but I know if I returned to the States, I wouldn’t feel at home there either.
But I’ve learned a few things about home. Home is where my family is and where our calling is. Right now, that calling is El Salvador. It’s a beautiful place to live and work, and this country has enriched our lives in so many ways. It looks like home will continue to be in El Salvador for awhile, and so we’re getting settled for the next stretch.
Glad you’re in there. You could save the unpacking until we get there, but by then you’d be driven crazy! How about a couple of pics of the new house?