Home

Right now, I am unsure of the definition of home. As at "home" as I feel right now in America, I felt just as at "home" in Guatemala with my 100 brothers and sisters. Yes, sure, my blood relatives are here as well as people who speak my language. But is that what really makes it "home"?

Home, to me, is a place to be yourself, an environment surrounded with love, community, friendship, and a sense of purpose. I have most of these things listed in the U.S. and Guatemala. But, I feel empty. I am sitting at my house, clean from a nice, hot, long shower with the TV in front of me, air conditioning on, sitting in my pajamas typing on my phone. Not really fulfilling a purpose, am I?

Of course, I know that God created me with a purpose. These past 6 weeks, I feel that I have filled my purpose to its full potential with my abilities. Now what is my purpose? I don't have a house full of preschoolers to love on, to watch over, or to care for. I don't have to hand wash dishes or hang clothes outside to let them dry. I don't know where to go from here. I have about another month until my purpose is to be a student. Until then, I'm lost. Is this really "home"?