nomads

One of the first things I learned after heading off to college was the way my home changed once I had moved away. It became a place that I went on vacation, or just for the weekend. And yet I didn't feel fully at home at school. My tiny dorm room can hardly hold all of my belongings, and I sleep on a bed that is two and a half feet form the ceiling. My friends and I often call each other family, but as great as it is to have ten sisters living with me 24-7, they are not like my parents.
When I visit home nowadays, I sleep in my old empty bedroom, live out of suitcase, and spend half of the time adjusting back to being at home.
I feel like a nomad.
But something else has been happening inside of me as I've made this transition. I've become more and more okay with not being at "home" (wherever that is now). I don't doubt that my Salina home will welcome me whenever I am there, but I have learned to make wherever I am a place where I can relax and be comfortable. I thirst for permanence, but I am content to be a alien and stranger on this earth.

All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not recieve the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distrance. And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth. People who say such thigns show that they are looking for a country of their own... they were longing for a better country- a heavenly one.
Hebrews 11:13-16