Home is Whenever I’m With You

What's your North?

Home is a tricky concept. These past 6 months I have been living in Honduras. And before that I was living in Indonesia and South America. So yes, I was born and raised in Texas, but I really haven’t been able to call it my “home” for some time. Going home for Christmas is always strange, and consequently, boarding the plane for a short stint home to see family and friends always puts me in a pensive mood.

During the past 6 months in Honduras, I have established routines, become accustomed to my new job, and have picked up some new friends. I have acclimated to the food, the town, and the language. I knew before hand that going home for Christmas was going to mess with my head, because seeing  friends and family as if no time has passed tends to make you miss your old life. And trust me, all these ingredients create a sure-fire recipe for an emotional departure back.

However, this time, I promised myself I would keep my distance from my life back in the States, and treat it as simply a vacation away from home. And when I say home, I am referring to Honduras. Because although I will be leaving the Land of Tortillas in a year, the fact of the matter is, this is my home for now.