Focusing

In all of our traveling back and forth it used to be that “home” was where ever we were not.  If we were in Brazil, when we spoke of “home” we understood that we were speaking of our life in the US.  And like wise, when ever we spoke of “home” while in the US, we knew we were speaking of our life in Brazil.  But over the past several years a funny thing has started happening… though it is often accompanied by a very lengthy delay; “home” has started feeling like where ever we are currently at.

When we were in Brazil, about a year into our stay there, Brazil truly did begin to feel like home.  But then just a few weeks ago I commented to Marla that finally Newberg was starting to feel like home once again.  Perhaps it is the consistency of finally having a routine, or perhaps it is getting comfortable with where we are at. What ever the cause, for the first time in a long time, it finally feels like we are home.

Of course having a “home” and actually being there, brings with it all kinds of warm fuzzies, especially around the holidays.  Family traditions, cold weather, hot cocoa and Christmas trees all seem better when we are back in the United States.  And believe you me; we are sure going to enjoy it all while we are here.

But there, nagging in the back of our minds through all of the holiday cheer, are the one-way plane tickets that we purchased to Brazil.  It seems we are eternally leaving home.  It used to be that such trips always brought us back “home.”  Now it feels as if they continually take us from “home.”  These trips are getting increasingly harder to take.  To read more click the link “home…“