Home.

Since I've gotten married, almost 3 years ago, I have moved 6 times. They were all cross-country moves. Every time we get to a new place, we have to search for a new apartment or house that we want to live in for the time being. We have to find a place to call home... Until our next move anyway.

I never know where to refer to as "home". Of course there is my house where I grew up, my favorite house, on Manning Lake Road. I loved that house. Not just the house, but all the memories from my childhood, brought me back there. That was always home to me. Then we moved to a new house that I think I always resented because moving there was the result of our family breaking apart. Which wasn't a bad thing, but I think thats why I secretly didn't like it. After high school, I thought I wanted to move out with roommates for college. HA. Great idea, McKenzie... We all know how far that got me. That's when I got married and the real moving started. A new place every 6 months. I never got too comfortable in one, because I knew it wouldn't be long before we were somewhere else.

And now here I am. Back in Delton for a few months, while I wait out this deployment. I have a house here. I live with my best friend and her family. I have a house where my mom and sister are too, that I stay at once in a while. I also have friends I stay with. But nowhere is "home" to me.

When we move back to El Paso and have our own place, that won't be home either. To me, home is something we are working towards. Home will be the place that Corey and I plant our roots. The place we don't plan on leaving for a long time. The place we can be together, and not have to worry about the Army sending us somewhere new. Home will be the farm we buy out in the country of Michigan somewhere and where we can stay long enough to make it our own. The place where we raise our kids to appreciate everything that they have been blessed with. That will be home. No matter where it is. That day is far away, and I can't wait. But that's just life :)