A Thought About Home.

I think that, although my current home is here in Germany, the home I will be returning to next summer will still be my home. My city still has my heart and soul, and I can't just divorce myself from that deep connection of knowing where I truly come from. This post makes me sound homesick, and I'm not, really--I just know now, in my heart, that home can never really be replaced. It can be added to, built upon, but for me there will always be a connection to my town in America. It still feels like my place, and I know that when I come back, it will be waiting for me and I will feel comfortable there. I will be coming home.

I don't think I realized that before, but now that I do, it's so very comforting.