I'm a little homesick...never thought I would hear myself saying that about our home for 5 years in Missouri. When we moved there in 2004 for a job (in academia you go where they want ya, praying that somebody wants ya), over 1200 miles from our parents, hubby said it was temporary, we would eventually move back east. We had already lived in the Atlanta, GA area for 8 years, so it may not seem like a big deal...but Mary had just been born and moving further away from her grandparents didn't seem like such a hot idea. We were craving more involvement with family, kwim (living apart from extended family is very different when you are on your own and don't have kiddos). Then came Peter and then we were expecting Emma and, well, it was looking like Missouri was our home for keeps. And we were finally content and happy with that.
But the Lord wants us to stretch ourselves. Out of the blue, hubby was offered a position with a University in Maryland---his dream job. The future looked very bright indeed. And then came the move to live with family, leaving behind friends and neighbors. And the house that won't sell. And another move to a rental. It's disheartening to live in a house that belongs to someone else when you own a lovely house in another state and it sits there empty. It's hard to put down roots when you know that something is temporary. And it's funny how the dream gets tarnished by the mundane, practical things, isn't it?
And this Christmas, though we will be with family for the holiday, something we have not always had, I will miss my old home in Missouri. It's a symbol of peace and contentment that I had a short time ago in my life. Some day we'll have that here, I've just got more growing to do.