California· Family· MovingHome is where the heart is. Some days, I would say I’m happy. That I’m content living in California. That I consider myself blessed. That I thank God for the opportunity to live there, And for the amazing things I have gotten to do. But some days, my heart aches. Aches for my family. Aches for my Mom’s comfort when I don’t feel good. Aches to snuggle up in my Daddy’s lap like I did when I was 5. Aches for my baby to grow up with his cousins. This year, I really want to be content. I want to truly believe that I am where I am for a reason. I want to enjoy every day, knowing I won’t be there forever. To purpose in my heart to make the best of where I am. To trust that God cares not only about my needs, but also my wants. Even with all this good intention, I’m struggling. I wonder if I’ll ever live near my family. I’m scared I can’t handle more kids being so far away. My glimmer of hope is already fading. And I’m only 4 days into the year.