For me, home has always seemed to be an elusive concept. While I lived in a home, at one location or another, for all of my years, I often have had difficulty feeling home.
Feeling completely at peace.
This is of no fault of those that I have been blessed to call family, whether parents, siblings, spouse or children of my own.
Rather, there has always been a small portion of restlessness within that pushed me forward. Some eternal resonance that beckoned me further.
Home has been a lifetime of experiences offering comfort and belonging.
My mother’s embrace.
My brother’s company.
Friends to do life with.
A wife to share life with.
Children to cherish.
Home has been a walk through the forest.
Or reading to my students.
Or scribbling reflections in my journal.
Reminders that Home still awaits.
That I’m passing through.