i made it.. the 4 hour flight before the sun from Hong Kong to Tokyo.. the 12 hour flight from Tokyo to Atlanta.. trying to keep my eyes open and make it through the hustle and bustle to get on a normal domestic flight after 30 hours of traveling makes for a long, loooong day.
these last several weeks were beyond wonderful on so many levels. when i think about another transition my stomach starts to turn and i don't really want to go through it.. but nonetheless, it's coming.
i borrowed a friend's description of home:
"when i think of home, i think of sweatpants. i'm thankful for jeans, but after a busy day, i like to be comfortable and warm. when i think of home, i think of coffee mugs. i'm thankful for paper cups at starbucks when i'm on the go, but using a mug means you plan to stay for a while. when i think of home, i think of washing my face. i'm thankful for make-up, but at home, nobody cares if i have a breakout or blonde eyelashes. when i think of home, i think of honest conversations. i'm thankful when people ask, "how are you?," but aren't they slightly annoyed if you say something other than "good"? at home, when someone asks how you're doing, they expect to hear it all. it's a place where people want to get excited for you or get upset with you."
but most importantly:
"john 15 (the message), christ says, "make yourselves at home with me." he goes on to say, "i've loved you the way my father has loved me. make yourselves at home in my love."
"he invites me to put on my sweatpants, wash my face, find a coffee mug i like, and sit on the couch with him, telling him all about my day.
..do i get that? do i desire that? or am i the cool college student that thinks i can go a whole semester without going home? am i willing to let myself get that comfortable and honest with him?"
so in the midst of transitioning ... this is where i hope to be: home.
Rapping Granny
7 hours ago
