The One with No Home.

Wanderer.
    That seems to describe me lately.
 
I graduated in May and unexpectedly went to Iowa 2 days later.
          My mother had emergency surgery and I went to help take care of her for 3 weeks.
     Since then I have been meandering around the US.
   I was in LA for a while and Vegas for a time too.
                Recently I was in El Centro, CA- a border town.
My friend and I then drove to El Paso, Tx where we stayed with one of my roommates for a couple days.
   I am now in Oklahoma.
Tomorrow we will drive to my grandma's farm.
            A few days later, we will drive to Iowa,
  where we will then go on to Chicago.
       At some point, my friend will fly home and I will drive back to Iowa for a few days.
  I will then drive to the other side of Iowa for a wedding.
             After that, I will fly to Virginia Beach.
    4 days after I get back, I will fly to Haiti.

As you can see, I am just going from place to place.
      As I've been meeting new people this past week and they ask where I am from,
                  I just get confused and awkwardly speechless.
    I grew up mostly in Iowa,
         but I've lived in LA for the past 4 years
 and I'm prepping to move to Haiti.
        I currently live no where- I just wander.
   
But I'm learning I don't need a home.
      I'm joyful because I know Jesus was homeless.
             He keeps taking care of me with places to stay along the way.
    He is good to me.
 Because He is faithful, even when I am not.
       
    Although someday I need to learn how to be content where I am...