Home

In recent months, I have tried to figure out what makes a place home. I've lived in different apartments, different states, with different people and even in a dorm when I was no longer a student. Some places felt like home after only a couple of weeks. Other places never felt like it - even after a couple of years. Last year, I received a note that said, "Home is where you are waited for and wanted." Last week, I received a present from my mom that said, "Home is where they love you." I am blessed to have more than one home. When I stepped off the plane in Marquette my parents were waiting for and wanting me to be with them. When I stepped off the plane in Seattle, my brother was waiting for and wanting me back as his favorite roommate! When I woke up yesterday morning, my WA parents were waiting for and wanting me. I didn't get to see them this time - but at least once a year, I usually am able to spend time with my Barney and May. Wherever they are is home to me. There is such a sense of peace and contentment when you know you are home.

Tonight I enjoyed the beauty of the Northwest. I enjoyed the sunset, the mountains, the salty air, the sound of the waves - but most of all I enjoyed my WA parents. I enjoyed being home - with the people who love me.