Our house is starting to feel like home - it's a refuge at the end of a long day, a place I look forward to return to, an environment that allows me to be completely comfortable. After years of living in apartments in cities across the state it has been a slow realization that where we live now truly is our new home, and where we grew up is "the parents' house." It's a strange but welcomed transition. I counted it up - I have moved 16 times since I first moved to college in 2004, that has to be nomad status! It's incredibly relieving and comforting to know that we don't have to move again until we want to.
My faith is slowly starting to feel "homey" - comforting and reliable. This too has been an adjustment. Faith/religion/sprituality was a part of life that was sporadic at best until I started seeking it out on my own in middle school. Having faith be a consistent part of life is a relatively new experience for me
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