Honey, I’m hoooooome!
Home has been on my mind a lot lately, probably because I’ve been craving it for the last 10 days. There’s something comforting about it. It’s the familiar, the known.
I get the same cozy feeling when I go back to Wabash, my hometown. Each time I drive through the Cut headed North on Highway 13 and see the shrubs that spell “Wabash,” I know I’m getting close. I greatly anticipate being in the presence of those who know and love me, those who care for me.
It has become a joke with my brother that we can’t go to the Wabash Wal-Mart without running into someone we know. And it’s true. A church member. A former bus driver. A classmate from high school. It’s like the theme song from Cheers says, “Sometimes you like to go where everybody knows your name.”
While I had a wonderful time in Japan (more blog entries to come as I continue to process), I couldn’t help but long to go home… to be where everybody knows my name, let alone can pronounce it.
I’m reminded of Chris Daughtry’s song Home (the first song I played on my ipod as we began our long journey), “I’m going home, to the place where I belong, where your love has always been enough for me…but these places and these faces are getting old, so I’m going home.”
…I couldn’t be happier to be here.