Home

I honestly had no faith that coming home would be a positive experience.  I honestly expected to kind of be a grouch about being home.

But, being home has actually been refreshingly good.  Sleeping in my own bed, seeing my grandparents, eating breakfast at my kitchen table, having my cat sleep at my feet, seeing my friends and family...even driving my car!

These small comforts have made my transition easier.  I still don't think that its completely hit me that I'm home yet, and I know that there are several encounters awaiting me in the next week or so that I am not really ready for yet, but in the long run I am very thankful that I have been happy to be home.

As I continue to transition and apply all that I learned in France about life, myself, and my relationship with Christ, to my life here at home, I just cannot stop thinking about the idea that every small moment, change, event in my life is another part of my path, one of many stepping stones that are leading me forward.

I've decided that while I might not know exactly what stone I'm standing on now, I do know, I think really and truly for the first time, who I am.