As I entered the airport after a weekend of visiting my family, I couldn’t help feeling a little emotional from saying goodbye. The place I had grown up in – and the people I had grown up with – were no longer my home. I have a home of my own, far away, and yet in that moment, when I was between the two, it felt like neither place was my home.
I remind myself that I belong in the present moment, and as long as I can stay present, I’m right where I’m meant to be. Sometimes the present moment is lonely. I’m not where I used to be, but I’m not quite where I want to be either. I have nostalgia for the past, but I do not belong there. I have an aching for the future, but I do not belong there either.
And so I must content myself with being okay where I am, and that can be hard to do.
Katherine Ramsey 
Deep and profound thoughts Katherine.
Some might say “Home is where you hang your hat” but I prefer home is wear you hang your heart.
It’s okay to have multiple “homes” even in the in between places.
Praying you find peace in your “home”
Thank you, Papa Tuck. Always appreciate your feedback 🙂