So I have a question for you fellow readers. Where is your home? Is it the place you grew up in, or the place that you are right now? Is it a city or state, or is it on the opposite side of the world? Where is home?This is the question that I have been asking myself lately.Having moved from South Carolina early June, visited our families for three weeks in Washington state, then moved clear across the world to Yokota Air Base, Japan--we've been trying to figure out where exactly home is in the kaleidoscope of life. In fact, this recent vacation to Washington was the first in which I didn't feel a place of belonging--as if we were a “plane in the sunset, with nowhere to land” (Switchfoot, Let That Be Enough). With that said, Washington state will still be the home we go back to and hopefully one day where we settle down. Yet at this time in life, it isn’t the home belong in. I know that.And yet, I still struggle.There’s a place in my mind that is one of the most familiar and comforting places I go to when I feel lost or lonely. It is my childhood home in which I grew up. I either picture the backyard and the beautiful garden filled with roses, columbine, and flox; or I will think of the view from my bedroom window—looking up at the ridge of woods with the setting sun dousing them in warm color. This, in my mind, is home. But while I can find temporary fulfillment in the memory, that’s just what it is. A memory. A beautiful memory at that, but still a memory. I have taken what I needed from that memory, but I cannot call it home…because that is not where I am in this exact moment. And yet, at this exact moment, I am sitting at a desk in a hotel room in an American base in Japan—this does not feel like home.So what is home?Enter random Sci Fi moment. I know, totally random, but it will make sense, I promise! When we were in South Carolina, Cody and I spent our Sunday evenings with a friend watching the Sci Fi series Battlestar Galatica (if you haven’t seen it, you are missing out big time my friend.) In short, I loved the series—and it always gave me so much to think about. It was in one of the final episodes that I was caught by surprise when one of the characters started discussing about a subject that I was having a hard time with. Laura Roslin is speaking with Admiral William Adama when she muses about the perception of home. Please note, the video may contain spoilers:http://youtu.be/stEZnuvQTac“You know, sometimes I wonder...what home is. Is it an actual place? Or is it some kind of longing for something, some kind of connection? You know, I spent my whole life on Caprica. I was born in one house, and then I...I moved to another, and then, this. And then, now. I don't think I've ever felt truly at home until these last few months, here, with you.” (1:10 to 2:02 on video clip)(Also, check out this blog if you are interested in reading more about the concept of home in Battlestar Galactica).It’s something that I have known all along, and yet it still so hard to embrace. Home is here, where my wonderful husband is, yet more importantly so, it is where the Spirit of Christ resides. And since he lives in me, home is right here. This home may not always be based upon a feeling of belonging (as when I was living in my childhood home), but it is a place that I can still find contentment regardless of circumstance (Philippians 4:11-13). Because even if we will one day find a place to settle down in that feels like “home”, our true home is not here on earth, but rather in heaven. And knowing that our future home will fulfill every desire for “home”, I can have peace today. With that, I will leave you with a song:http://youtu.be/rjFaenf1T-YOh, HomeLet me come HomeHome is wherever I'm with youThank you for listening today. : )