We are back home again after a few days of visiting my home town. This is what we saw leaving the city yesterday. Many people would look at the traffic and sigh, but as I look at the skyline I just had a very contented smile. This is where my roots are, Chicago is my kind of town. I remember when we first got married and we moved to B.C. Oh, it was so far away and so different. We have lived there several times during our missionary life and that was home to us in Canada. When we first moved into the tribe it was a HUGE adjustment for me to live in the middle of no where. We were so remote everything had to be flown in and out on a small airplane. However,we made some wonderful memories there and we certainly didn't want to leave. God then moved us on to here, a town with one stop light. Again it was a time for more adjustments. However, this community has become home for the last number of years. If you ask me where home is? I don't know what I would answer as each place has been a place we have called home and a place of special memories, family, and friends.
