He's Leaving Home, Bye-Bye

Since going to college, I have been experiencing an interesting feeling when I come home.

I'm still welcome here, but at the same time, I don't feel welcome.

In terms of my family, I feel welcome, but I don't feel very welcome by God.  Like He doesn't want me to be there, like my job is to be somewhere else.

I can't really tack a label on the feeling I get when I come home, but it's as if the town of Chesterton, Indiana just has nothing to offer me anymore, and I don't have a great deal to offer it right now.  I feel as though I'm not supposed to be here, and it isn't really home anymore, in terms of feeling at peace when I'm here.

I'd imagine this is kind of how Columbus felt while he frustratedly tried to find someone to fund his expedition to the New World.  He knew what was out there, calling for him, but at that moment he was stuck in the familiar.  I'm ready to go find what it is I'm looking for, and I'll be sure to know the map and not mistake North America for India.