This one word stirs up many images and thoughts.
I would have to say home for me isn’t just one single place. It is many, many different places.
To begin, I’d have to say home is the mountains and front range of Colorado. It’s where I was born, raised, and taught how to ski, hike, and bike. It’s where I’ve gotten my sense of adventure. Colorado is where all my immediate and extended family is, and where so many family gatherings have taken place, and many memories I cherish are from. As the years have gone by, Colorado has been a place of return for many family members to come back and live here.
Colorado has also been home for me where I worked at a Summer Camp two summers in a row in Northern Colorado. This place in the mountains has become a place of comfort and faith, another home.
Another home for me is in Decorah, Iowa. It’s where I attended college, and found a new group of people to share memories with, blazing through our first independent years. It’s a place I felt/feel so comfortable. Attending Homecoming there this year a few weeks ago had a new meaning for me, it definitely was a Homecoming. I feel pretty lucky and fortunate that from that place came an amazing group of friends. People who I wouldn’t trade the world for.
Which leads me to another home. Following college many of us have spread out across the United States and the Midwest to seek out various opportunities, so in essence, being with these wonderful souls across the US has been a huge blessing, creating a whole new home for me.
And last but not least, home is where other family members and friends are across the US. My brother is in North Dakota and my cousin in Illinois for school, so many laughs and smiles are shared constantly as they share their new homes with me too.
After visiting some of my closest friends in Minnesota this past weekend, I definitely came back with the feeling (almost comical) that I will never really have just one Home. Because to me, Home is the people who I laugh with, cry with, joke with, share life’s memories with, and go through this crazy journey of life with. It’s the friends and family who make living worthwhile. The best thing I can do is to enjoy where I’m at, wherever I’m at, at the time.
The quote I have found that sums up perfectly my own experiences and feelings with home is this:
“You will never be completely at home again. Because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”
To me, that is the biggest blessing of all. I feel lucky to call home in so many different places. My heart and prayers always go out to those all over the place. And I am so proud of them all! Thank you for giving me a home.