Home is where the heart is.

Home.

Currently, this entry is coming to you from the living room condo in Montana. My mom lives here. Half the time. My sisters live here. Sometimes. My heart is here every once in a while.

My dad lives in Colorado in the house that was home until I was 17. My mom lives there. Half the time. My sisters live there. Sometimes. My heart wasn't there for a long time, but I think it often takes a break from my physical self and runs back there.

One summer, I lived in South Korea for three months. Every once in a while I wake up wishing I was there again. If I was braver, I would have considered living there again. My heart is there in a big way, but only sometimes.

I left Southern California with a heart full of bitterness and nothing but a "good riddance" attitude as I packed my car to leave for Montana six months ago. For the most part, I felt like a fish out of water there. The smog, the traffic, the heat, the palm trees...not for me. I realized I just wasn't cut out for LA. I ashamedly admit my attitude towards California continues to get worse and worse and I'm still glad that I left. But I did leave a huge piece of my heart there. I left behind a place of growth, of life change, and of irreplaceable friendships. Fine. My heart is partly in California. Sometimes.

Utah has been home for almost two years now. Had someone told me two and half years ago that I would move to Salt Lake, I would have laughed. But God broke my heart in a major way over a spring break trip in college. A spring break trip turned into a summer internship turned into a heart broken for the lost in Utah.

The tail end of college was spent trying to figure out how to end up in Utah. It seemed that God had given me the go ahead in May, a month ago. So now I'm here, but still planless and trusting, hoping that this is really where God wants me.

But in the end, I'm starting to realize that if not...it's ok. My heart is forever swayed by circumstances. Earthly circumstances. My residency is eternal in a home with a Father who continues to tend to my every need. That...I can live with...where ever.

::For we know that if the tent, which is our earthly home, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens::
2 Corinthians 5:1