One of my good friends from my days at Messiah College is also an adventurer/cross-country transplant like I am. While some have told me I am “good with words,” I often feel inadequate, that I haven’t written in a way that others can truly understand, relate to, and want to share with others. My friend was able to find the words I couldn’t to express thoughts on what it feels like to find more than one place in this world to call home, or rather as she well states, to find home in your heart.
If you would have told me during my early college years that upon graduation I would be living in the state of Oregon, I probably would have laughed in your face. Adventurer was by no means a word that I would have selected to describe myself. I was fine in my bubble and saw no need to adventure out of it. I saw no need to look outside of my walls. Here are three of the definitions that Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary provides for the word home.
- One’s place of residence
- A place of origin
- A familiar or usual setting
There are three specific locations where I have lived that I would call home for some time period of my life—York, PA, Mechanicsburg, PA, and Roseburg, OR. I grew up in York, went to college in Mechanicsburg, and completed my AmeriCorps service terms in Roseburg. If I had gone to Messiah…
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