I’m not sure when one place changes from a “visitor” type feeling, to a “this is my life and this is my new home”. I love Taiwan. I love the people here, I love the ministry that I get to be involved with. I love making friends and making progress in Chinese language learning. There is so much to love about this beautiful nation that God has created and so much to love in the hearts of the beautiful Taiwanese people. I have lived here for 5 months so far (WOW! Time flies!) and I am still waiting for the day to come where it really feels like home. Does it ever just “click” and BAM, it’s HOME?
I’ve thought about this often, and have even wondered if there is something specific that I need to get (like a plush carpet and a lazy boy chair, or perhaps a new mindset) I’ve lived in places that I refer to as “home” and that feel like home, but there is a deeper home that I am longing for these days. What’s deeper? Something so profoundly intimate and joyful and meaningful. Something entirely different from the present “home-ness” of this earth. But, until then, I’m left longing.