Home

I moved out of my parents house about eight years ago. Ever since then I have still considered that my home. Through the many places that I traveled over those years, I always said that my parents place was my home. On Tuesday night we had a gathering of women in my church, otherwise known as Enrichment. We went to another sisters' house, went swimming, and ate salads and desserts. While I was there, I realized something. I have finally found and cultivated my own home. It's a weird feeling...growing up.