Going Home

Where's home?

I've always had trouble answering that question. Not from a geographic standpoint. That's easy. Yorba Linda, then Lethbridge, then Port Alberni, then Lethbridge, then Raymond, then Port Alberni, now Courtenay.

It's more the where's your home town question that I've never been able to answer on Facebook.

Technically Yorba Linda, California is my home town. But going home there isn't really possible for me. There is no childhood home left. No relatives and it barely resembles the memories of my childhood. I guess the same could be said for Lethbridge, unless you count gravesites.

But yesterday I went home. Grant and I attended the Port Alberni ward conference and as we walked in the chapel I realized I had come home. Grant was raised in Port and its the place we first grew our young family and our testimonies.  And the first time I learned  what a family could really be like. I had so many pieces missing when I moved there. But these people became my mothers, my helpers, my friends and quickly my family....and put those pieces back in place.

Once you've lived in Port, your heart never really leaves there and to this day many of dear friends have some connection that place.

Yesterday our buckets were filled as we visited our family. It was so good to go home.