To say “I travel a lot,” is a bit of an understatement.
I play in a band, and we sometimes tour for months at a time.
I love it.
I love every aspect of it.
Meeting new people, trying new foods, sleeping on the floors of strangers, getting up on that stage every night with my best friends and playing songs together, trusting God that He will take care of us every single day.
But I don't know where home is anymore.
I haven't stayed anywhere for longer than a few months in almost two years.
It feels like pieces of me are scattered all over the country.
Places I want to be, people I want to spend time with.
When boys at parties ask me where I'm from, I smile and answer that I'm vaguely homeless at the moment.
They usually reply with something like, “Oh man, that's so cool!”
Yes. It is.
I can't help but wish I had somewhere - or someone -
to come back to
and know that I was where I belonged.