Sunday, June 29, 2008


Erin and I were talking tonight about home and what exactly home is for us, which is an interesting thing for me to consider because I've traveled a lot during the summers and have been quite unsure about where home is exactly. But this is what I decided tonight, this is what home is for me: if I lived in my parents house, which was located in Manhattan and if West E. Free (the church I currently work for) was also in Manhattan, with my uncle Steven as the pastor. That would be home for me. Not possible, but it would be home. :)

1 comment:

Your favorite aunt said...

Aren't you a little old to be living in your parents' house? Love you and miss you.