our church's octogenarian pastor is going home to taiwan. this sets me thinking. when HOM and i retire, where will we go? will we be near our children and their children? will our children be near our parents? will economic pressure and dreams reshape our family again and again? what is home? with six bases over twelve years, whither the heart's repose?
i have no regrets really. it's our privilege and our adventure. but occasionally, like today, i remember there is a price to pay to being intoxicatingly peripatetic. perhaps it will always be an earthly tent. perhaps that is how it should be.
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