{ Honduras — view from one of the churches }
Well, it happened.
The unimaginable, the one thing i swore would never happen to me,
the one thing i just knew wouldn’t be a problem for me this year.
It officially happened.
I, Schuylar Reggi, am homesick.
I miss WV with everything in me.
— I miss my family. I miss Marshall. I miss driving from Huntington to Hurricane to Princeton and back again. I miss playing ultimate and going out for dinner and drinks after. I miss going to Taco Bell atleast 3 times a week. I miss renting RedBox movies for free and then getting charged for them because we don’t take them back on time. I miss living in my apartment. I miss life with my best friend. I miss having someone to fall asleep next to every night. I miss having ridiculous conversations about the most outrageous topics ever, that drive my head crazy. I miss being able to just raid my parents pantry whenever I go home. I miss taking my laundry home with all intentions to do it myself, but then coming back to find it’s already been done. I miss random Walmart trips with my sisters. I miss listening to my brothers talk about their stupid video games. I miss helping my mom with all her crazy events even though they are stressful stressful days. I miss bonfires. i miss football games. I miss Thursday night guys nights at Fats. And I actually even miss Fat Pattys as a whole. I miss random road trips. I miss Nashville weekends. I miss concerts. I miss Netflix and Hulu. I miss the freakin’ crap out of my friends and am so sad about the things I’ve missed out on with them this year.–
I really just miss my life, and all that it was. I am homesick for the home that I knew.
But at the same time, I am scared to death to actually go home.
Because God has changed me through this journey. My home is still my home, my people are still my people, but those things that used to be my things aren’t my things anymore. I don’t want them to be. I spent the last 22 years of my life looking for fulfillment by giving into my flesh and it ALWAYS left me empty at the end of the day. I am so ready to fight my flesh and pursue my God given desires and live a life that He is recognizable in. I just hope that this new version of me can somehow find a way to fit in back home. And am praying that I won’t just easily fall back into the comforts and habits that come from familiarity.
So get ready WV, even though I swore I never would, I’m coming back.
but I’m coming back as a new creation through Christ.
2 Corinthians 5:17
Return date — December 1st.
