I don't know where home is, but I am homesick.

I have this little plaque that I got at Goodwill that says "home is where the heart is" except after I bought I realized that is kind of silly because I'm in such a transitionary stage of life that my heart is a little bit of everywhere and I have no idea where home really is.

I'm currently in Panera because I need coffee and the lively elevator music to stay awake. I'm reading C.S. Lewis for a paper I have to write by tomorrow.

"There is love of home, of the place we grew up in or the places, perhaps many, which have been our homes; and of all places fairly near these and fairly like them; love of old acquaintances, of familiar sights, sounds and smells."- C.S. Lewis The Four Loves

Here's to all the places that I've called "home":

Woodstock, VA

Dayton, TN

Apple Valley, CA

The Miller home in Memphis

Burnshire's dam

The Woodstock Cafe

Harmony House

The ever changing McConkey home

Bryan College

Ryan's house

The Byrd's house in Edinburg

The fire tower

The Blueridge Mountains

The Newlin's house in Burlington

Kim's apartment

Stephen's City Outlet

Hustin 3rd

Robinson 2nd

The Cooley's back porch swing

Farrah and Kirsten's room

Winchester, VA

...my little place here in Cleveland

As the holidays approach and I have yet to solidify plans as to where I will be spending them, I'm getting more and more homesick, for who knows where.