Home is a Funny Thing

Home is a funny thing, you know?

So many past days passed among these people, these rooms, these traditions. So many minutes and growing pains and lessons and memories. There's joy and security here that I have yet to find anywhere else, because these are "my people".

My heart comes awake here with these loves.

But so do my weaknesses.

I'm haunted by the past failures of my life here at home. I'm more prone to do what I've always done; to be aggressive, dishonest, gluttonous, obsessive, angry, and insecure.

Can home also be a healing community? I guess we'll find out. My guess is yes.

If I'm going to struggle, I might as well do it here. If I'm going to fight, I might as well fight with the rest of the troop.