On Tuesday I leave the beautiful city I am in and return chez mes parents for two months. I usually enjoy going home because I love spending time with my siblings (as much as they annoy me at times) and my parents. I miss hanging out with my close friends so it's great being able to be home.


Speaking of home, where is home now? For me, I'm not quite sure. I came to this city to study, thinking I would get my degree and peace out like most other students do. Then came the internship and with that I was able to get more involved in my church. Suffice to say, I, for what may be the first time, am not really wanting to leave. Sure I have most of my close friends within an hour of where my parent's live but being there is just not the same. Maybe I'll feel different once I am chez mes parents but I'm not sure. Which brings me back to my original question, where is home? Everytime I enter my parent's house, it feels like home. Probably because I lived there for so long. At the same time, my current city is feeling more and more like home everyday.

At what point do you decide that the (somewhat temproary) home you have made for yourself is actually home and not just a home away from home? When you go to university? When you graduate and start a job? When you move all your home bank branches to the city you live in? When you get married? I'm not quite sure. For right now? I'm in limbo land.