Thank you Mythopolis...I am borrowing your title :)
Hopefully you do not mind...
It is the strangest feeling I have had for some time now.
I have a beautiful house here in Florida, but I feel almost homeless.
I do not mean any disrespect for the poor people in our world that are literally homeless. I have so much good and happiness in my life that my basket is (proverbially) overflowing. I often wish that I could help these people more. I read a phenomenal book called "Same Kind of Different as Me" recently, and it really hit a chord in my heart. I hope to some day be as selfless and helpful as the main person in this book is. Read it, it is worth it!
Sorry, I strayed from my point.
I feel a little lost because we still have no idea where our actual home will be. I am in my "house", and it is wonderful. The weather is beautiful. The breeze off the water is constant and refreshing. The sun shines every day and it makes me smile.
But I can't help but feel like this is vacation.
My true home is always where my heart is, and that is with my family. It doesn't matter if it is here in Florida or in some far flung destination. My home is where we spend our time together, learn from each other, help each other grow in many ways.
I hope we find out soon. It is really becoming quite difficult for me to not have something to grasp on to. I am usually the one in our family that lives for the moment...enjoying the beautiful skies and flowers around me, gazing at the sea and enjoying the unreal colors.
But now, I need the future to be determined. I need my mind to have something to work towards. I want to look to the future and be able to see where we are heading. For once in my life, I am trying to plan!!