Home

I think throughout ones life there are many definitions of "home."

For example, when I was 15, home was my small bedroom in my patents house. When I was 18 home, (for a small time) was with my aunt in Maryland. Later that year my home became the back seat of my car for a long time. When I was married to my exhusband I didn't feel as though I had a home. Upon moving to Fairbanks I claimed the back seat of a different car, then soon after, a small dry cabin in the woods.

I've been in Fairbanks for 10 months now. In these 10 months I have slept on countless couches and in handfuls of beds. I've spent weeks and months in the back seat of a '97 kia. I spent 6 months without any water in a dry cabin.

But not now. Tonight I'm laying in bed next to my amazing husband. There is a low light on in the kitchen, his PT uniform being tossed dry in the laundry room, and little feet kicking around in my tummy. Across the hall there is a room that is halfway set up for our daughter. In the living room we have a 3D tv and a pretty average couch.

And I am home.

There is safety and love here. There is warmth and comfort and support. I think back to the many places I have called home. Nothing could possibly measure up to this. Nothing could ever make this not worth everything I've ever been through. I thank God for everything that is surrounding me. How could I be deemed worthy of all this?

Regardless. I am home.