Today as we ended our last flight for the next 3 months it hit me, Im finally here. Im finally on the race. Im finally in a foreign country. Those are two things that I never believed I would ever say. God made all of this possible. As we were on the bus going through the countryside I realized that there is a lot here that is super similar to home. The rolling corn fields and soybean fields. The country roads and local traffic. And then it hit me again. The reason it feels like home is because it is for the next 11 months. Not necessarily this country but the Race is my home. We were talking about how beautiful it was while we were taking a break in our travels and someone mentioned that they may want to come back after the Race, and then someone else chimed in that they may not even go home after the Race. Sitting here on the bus Im just thinking about everything that has happened so far. As cliche as it may sound, home is where you are. Not where you make it. Home is where you are because if you are always looking to get back “Home” then you will miss the life in front of you. That goes for work, school, just the everyday life and traveling as well as many more. So don’t focus on “Home” because that is wherever you are and wherever your life is at that point in time. Instead focus on the life and the lives in front of you. Walk in a new perspective. Pray to God to change your perspective and it will be done. Life is so much more than your circumstances. Life is what you make it.
