Home Sweet... Where?

After a very exhausting two weeks of sickness, and then finals, and then moving, I find myself looking for some comforts of home. They don't really come. I was ready to relax after three all-nighters in a row, stopping only to disassemble all my furniture, pack all my stuff into boxes and stare at a very bare room. That room was the first room in my first apartment. It was more than a little odd to pack everything up in just 2 days, and have it all unpacked just a day later. Even though I do have a lot of things, I don't have much "stuff." Really, the fact that I can pack up and move in just two days with everything I own in the world shows just how little "stuff" I have. On top of that, I'm packing a few things into a suitcase and flying back to Miami for just 10 days. I'm so excited to see family and friends, but I just don't miss much about Miami itself (besides the diversity) and am pretty sure I will probably never feel "at-home" there again...

Instead of getting down, and feeling like I have no home, the weirdest thing happened. I know that my home is not where my furniture is, or where my best friend lives, or where my favorite restaurant is. I know that I know that I know that my home is not even on this planet. But to look at my empty apartment, just four months after having moved to this state, was so very very eye-opening. I have nothing that will last. I have nothing that is really worth anything. And everything that I do have, I will have to give up in a year and a half when I go overseas. It was freeing. My home is in heaven. Not lollipops and rainbows heaven. But God-of-the-Universe, Lover-of-my-soul, wonderful-and-mighty Savior heaven.

I'm pretty excited about that.

Though, I should add that my new apartment is looking pretty swell. I just moved from apt. 728 to 722 (literally across the street), and enjoyed setting things up the way I like. Also, in my new apartment is my very first, most magical perfect (though, slightly crooked) Christmas tree. Thanks to all my friends that helped me make this new apartment feel like home. You mean so much to me.

Does hugging your Christmas tree make you a tree hugger?
And yeah, my tree's short and crooked, but it's my first, it was really cheap and I love it.