I've been reflecting on the last month, during which I flew back to see my family and friends in Oregon. While there, Anna and I visited our old neighborhood, where we talked to folks who still live on the street where we spent twenty-plus years.
Very strange feeling--this is the first time I've returned to Oregon when it's not felt like my real home. Germany has become home. And yet, at the same time, I know Jeff's job here will only last one to three more years, at the most. So this isn't really my long term home in many ways. I ultimately define "home" as a place where I live and put down roots.
So where is home? I'm still trying to figure it out.