Home is just another word for His love

So my last post didn't really make sense.

I didn't really want it to. I started out just writing whatever and then the last part I thought about a little more and made it rhyme, but what I wrote has really been bugging me recently. I went through this last year too.

When we finally get close to the end of the semester, like when it starts getting nice out, I just want to leave. I guess I realize how long I've been here and feel like I need to get away.

I need change.

Whenever I'm in the same place for too long I need to escape and do something or be somewhere completely different. I don't really know why.

That might be partly why I loved Malawi so much and why I want to go overseas for a couple years.

It was just so different. I was in another country with a different language (yeah most people I interacted with knew English but still), a different culture, and with a group of people I didn't really know before the trip. The trip was awesome anyways but just the fact that I was in a completely new place, I was able to let go and escape everything.

The people I went with will tell you I was two different people in Africa and when we were together here. I don't know why, but I wish I could be like that and feel like I did there here. It felt like home

I don't really have a home.

Like I love my family and everything, but I wouldn't call Wexford my "home". I don't really feel like I belong there. Same with Penn State. I love it here, and I love ACF, but its not really home.

I don't think I'll ever feel like I'm at home until I get to heaven. Until I'm completely wrapped in God's arms and fully submerged in his love.