Your heart will lead you home.

I feel like I have three homes: 

One I left behind, yet it still has a special place in my heart.

One I currently live in, and despite how much I love it, there isn't a John or a Melanie to come hug me, or an Amanda to laugh with, or a Spencer to joke around with, and there isn't a mom or a dad to sit and talk to.

And the other home? . . . well, it's always been there. Even though it's not visible, it's tangible. It's real. And it's a comforting, constant, and welcoming place that I can go any time I need to.

But sometimes I just really miss the home I left behind.

Why? 

Well, my conclusion is this: after spending so much of my life loving something that was constant, something reassuring, something that made me who I am, it's always going to be something I love. I guess from time to time, it's okay to miss it and find something new to love. It's just that nothing will ever replace it.

So here I am, at my new home - a little bit sad but learning to be optimistic. :)

"My God hath been my support; he hath led me through mine afflictions . . . He hath filled me with his love .  . . He hath heard my cry by day . . . and mine eyes have beheld great things . . .

"O then, if I have seen so great things, if the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath visited men in so much mercy, why should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken because of mine afflictions? . . .

"Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God, and the rock of my salvation."

My heart is leading me home. Which home you ask? Well, maybe it's all three.