I love travelling and I love Jesus and I love being able to travel while telling people about Jesus.
But sometimes I just need those vulnerable moments when I admit that among all of the beautiful moments of the World Race, I get really homesick.
So here’s a short list of everything I’m missing from home (please note that this is not a complete list – I didn’t want to seem too ungrateful so I cut it a little short ;)…):
I miss Netflix.
I miss fresh produce whenever I want it.
I miss driving my car.
I miss having a closet and staying in one place for longer than just a few weeks.
I miss smelling good – like actually smelling clean.
I miss washing my clothes and having them smell like clean laundry.
I miss my cat.
I miss drinking good coffee everyday.
I miss my bed.
I miss Marble Slab Creamery.
I miss poutine.
I miss walking out of the door of my house and knowing before I even pull out of the driveway what I’ll see.
I miss driving through the countryside and feeling the content, comfortable feeling deep within me that arises each time I look around at my familiar home.
I miss being able to pick up my phone and talk to whoever I want to just by pressing a few buttons, instead of hunting for wifi and praying that people will be online at the same time as me.
I miss coffee dates and heart to hearts with old friends.
I miss my best friends.
I miss my family: Mom, Dad, Rebecca, Oma, Opa, Grandma, and everyone else.
I miss my second family.
I miss being there for my loved ones when they need a shoulder to cry on.
I just miss… home.
My family on my mom's side 🙂
