When preparing to return to Indiana this past April, several people here in Okinawa asked, "Where are you going?" My answer was naturally, "I'm going home!" But upon arriving in Indy, people asked, "Where is Mike?" Again, my answer was, "He's at home." Even when talking to strangers during my many trips (as I have been known to do), the question, "Where is home?" usually comes up. My answer is not always that simple. Do you mean, Where do I live currently? Where is my stuff being housed? Or where have I spent the most time? All of this made me think about what it takes to make a "home" and what it means to be "home."
Initially, I thought "home" had to be a physical location. Naturally I considered it to be Indianapolis. This is the place where I grew up and the city where I have spent most of my time. I went to high school, graduate school, and got married here. My parents, my 4 living grandparents, all 4 siblings, their spouses, and a multitude of extended family are all located within the city's boundaries. In addition most of my closest friends have now returned "home" to Indy. I know my way around. I feel comfortable there. But when it comes down to it, I don't feel that I am meant to be in Indianapolis right now. So "home" can't be a city.






Maybe "home" is a region. I do love the Midwest where people are down to earth, welcoming, and wholesome! It includes Cincinnati, Maysville, and Dayton where Mike's family lives as well as Lake Monroe and Brown County, Indiana where my parents have a condo and we enjoy hiking the beautiful countryside. In addition, the midwest holds South Bend, IN, where St. Mary's College is located. When I arrived in South Bend for Mallory's college graduation in May (more details to come) I instantly felt "at home." This was a place where I learned so much about myself and grew exponentially. But still, I feel like this in NOT where I am supposed to be at this point in my life!





So, maybe "home" isn't a location at all! I really miss the
people from Indy and the Midwest more than the physical location. It's the friends and family that keep me coming back! But to be honest, the longer I was away from Okinawa and more specifically, Mike and Rusty, I realized that my home is not a city, a region or even a country. It is not a place where I keep my stuff, where I have spent the most time, or even where I am the most familiar with the surroundings! My "home" is with Mike. It is with him that I feel that I belong. I have felt this with all three locations that we have lived, and it is comforting to know that with each move, "home" will follow!
So, even though I don't have a job here in Okinawa and my family and friends are far away, I feel that I am meant to be here. Hopefully my specific purpose will show itself soon, but in the mean time, I am happy just knowing the I am where I should be.