I have seen a quote floating around for years which says, “Sometimes it’s not the person you miss but the feeling you had when you were with them.” I think you can feel the same way about a place.
I left my home state of Texas when I was 18, back in 1997. I was crazy homesick for many years after that. I still miss all my friends and family who live there, but the last several times I’ve gone down, it just feels different. I could never put my finger on why it no longer felt like home.
Now, I am trying to buy a house here in Washington. I want at least an acre of land so my kids can run around and be kids. But with the pricey house market up here, everything is way out of my price range. It makes me so sad to think that I might not be able to afford to give my kids the kind of childhood that I had running around outside.
Then it dawned on me, maybe Texas no longer feels like home because what I’m really missing is my childhood and growing up in the country- not Texas itself. We’ve lived in an apartment for the last six years, and we feel so cooped up. Even though we were poor growing up, we had a good upbringing and were constantly outside using our imaginations and having a blast.
I really want this kind of childhood for my kids. Since they are already 9 and 11, I feel like it’s too late and I am running out of time. But eight or nine years of them living the good life will be better than never at all! I have so many dreams and hopes for our future. I pray that somehow God will make a way for my kids and me to have a little bit of country to call our own.
Apostolic Momma 