Most couples, at the beginning of their lives together, get to choose what city they are going to live in, what house they would like and what sort of career they would like to pursue. We got none of those choices. I am going back to school in a week, as I am not qualified to do anything else in the area in which we are living. My husband is in charge of four churches, which is more than he asked for or desired and we are quite far away from the city which had desired to live in. The house was not our choice either, and with countertops too low for us to comfortably stand at and not really enough room for our books or my musical instruments, I am not certain that it would have been chosen had we the opportunity, but somehow, after breaking into the house due to forgotten keys, this place has become home.
It may because it is the first place where I have been able to establish my own space as I would like it to be. I only have to work with the desires of one other person and that feels pretty easy after living in a house with ten other people from many other countries and different backgrounds. As with many of the other places I have called home, there is not a set time line for my inhabitance of this place. I am sure that it will become one of many places in a long list of places that I can call home.
It is nice to have a place to be home, even if it is just for a little while.
