Home
I had the opurtunity to go home for the first time in 2 months this past weekend, and I must say, that it was so great. I could name so many reasons why. I have missed people a lot here at school, and i got to see them this past weekend. I will also be skipping home this weekend as well for several reasons, and personally,I can't wait. I hated to leave this past Sunday and drive back here. I must say I tried to put on a happy face, but it was rather depressing. Oh well, that is what happens when you go to college. The point is that this whole thing of home got me thinking. I don't think I coulkd ever call Norwich home, not thatI dont enjoy my stay here, but it is not home. I spend more of the year here than I do in Maine, and yet I still can not call it home. I think that everyone must have some place they can truly call home, and as far as my life, I will always need somewhere to call home.Home generally meaning a place that means a lot to you, where your friends and loved ones are located. Some place where you can leave for a long time, and always know it will be there to return to. I realize that Searsport, ME will not always be my home, but I hope I will never experience a period where I feel that I have no one place to call home. SOmeday I hope that I will have my own home, with my own family, if the Lord permits it. I see that as a glorious day, because it gives a sort of security. Once I reach that point I will never worry about having a place to call home here on earth. Anyway the point being that having a home is such a good thing. It doesn't have to be great and wonderful, but filled with the people you love the most. My sympathies go out to anyone who feels they do not have a place to call home. As for me I have learned not to take such small things for granted.