It’s been just over a year since I first arrived in Romania. I’ve been feeling the need for a while to take a trip back to the U.S. for some time to rest, visit family/friends, and share some stories with all the support team back home.
At first, the idea was super exciting. The last few months in particular have been difficult here, with life in the city really starting to wear on me and homesickness setting in as well. Not to mention the chest cold I picked up a month ago that hasn’t gone away. (Oh, I just mentioned it.) The thought of getting to visit home again was looking really good.
But then I started to realize Wisconsin isn’t really home anymore. Yes, I have many family and friends there, people who love me, but it isn’t really home anymore. I grew up in Green Bay, but I’ve only visited periodically since 1999 when I graduated from high school. My family lives there, but everything’s changed, and I don’t really belong there anymore. And though I spent about ten years ministering to students in Spring Green, that’s not really my home, either. I’ve moved away, and others have taken over the work I used to do.
I’m starting to feel out of place already.