I am twenty four years old, which is young in my perspective, but still... I am over a quarter of the way through an average healthy lifespan. I have been to many places and have resided in four different states for at least five years each. These facts are nothing unusual. The other day I talked with a woman, not much older than I, who had lived in over 25 different homes. Conversely, I am sure there are many who have only lived under one roof, though I have never met one.

What I find remarkable about looking for a place to "be" is that I never quite arrive there. I would argue that this nomadic existence is a universal condition. Though there are people who seem to abide quite well, I expect that if they examined themselves honestly they would find discomfort in their "being" and yearning to "be" something or somewhere different while unable to do so.

Were this the substance of my life I would consider it a tragedy.

Fortunately, I do have a home and I am on my way there. My Father in heaven has prepared a place for me and while I am here there is work to do. My intention for this blog is to share the experiences of my journey; my excitement, my pains, and my discoveries of being on the way home.