Except this time, the question he asked was about home. Where or what or who is home for you?
I could have very easily answered that I grew up in Tulsa, Oklahoma. In fact, I have just returned from a trip visiting my family and friends in Tulsa. The question he asked, however, was deeper and deserved a deeper answer.
On my recent trip, I visited the small town where my grandmother and her siblings grew up. Her mother, my great-grandmother, came to Indian Territory (what is now Oklahoma) in a covered wagon when she was just a girl. I listened to stories and learned about my family's roots. I called it my heritage tour.
Then we left Oklahoma and headed back to Albany. After sometime away and a long journey in the car, it felt so good to finally arrive at our apartment, to pet my dog, to sleep in my own bed.
So when he asked what or where is home for me, I found the question harder to answer. I loved getting to know my roots in Tulsa and seeing my loved ones. Yet I have a home here now. My husband, dog and I really have made a home here. We have our routines and our favorite places. And the fact is, we really love upstate New York and Albany.
Where is home for me? My answer is yes. And I hope to discover new ways God makes me feel at home wherever I am.