There's nothing worse than feeling that you don't belong in your own home. That's where I'm at right now. I long for home, but I look around and I am home but I feel like a misfit because there's nowhere here that I belong. When taking Mr. to work, I turn onto the road and I see the sign that says go this way for Washington or that way for Baltimore and it feels like an out of body experience. Really? Those are my choices? Which way do I go to go home? Oh wait, I am home. Dammit.
What really messes me up in the head (one thing among many, let's be honest) is that I can't even begin to cozy up to this place as my home because we won't stay here forever. The long term plan remains for me to go back to school after Mr. does his time in this job. This place will never be home.
And then I saw this today, out of state plates, from Illinois, parked outside the mall in Columbia, Maryland, and it reminded me of something important:

Everything I have is from God.
Even this ache inside for home.
Even these tears that fall because I miss my friends, and I don't feel like I belong here, and I don't understand why I have to hurt so bad right now. Everything I have is from God.
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