David and I talked for a little bit last night. I doubt he’ll remember the conversation – anytime I call him after, say, 10:00pm his time, he only vaguely remembers even talking to me (if I’m lucky!). =) it’s kind of fun – I wish he was one of those people who’ll tell you *anything* when they get sleepy enough. unfortunately, he only tells me bad jokes or bad math analogies and gets mad when I don’t understand them. =)

anyway, I was thinking about leaving Indianapolis and wanted to talk to *someone*. Bethany was chatting with Mike at the office, so I called Dave. now, I’m not thinking actively about actually moving, but thinking about how sad I’d be if I had to… life is so transient – you never know what you’re going to be doing down the road or where you’ll be. but I love so many things about my life here! *sigh*

I’ve never really had a steady home in a *place* – my home has been my family. or possibly our Toyota minivan, which lasted through 5 moves. we moved around so much when I was a kid, and when Dad retired, I kept up with the moving every couple of years (they stayed in PA, I went to college 3 states away, then moved to Indy). so… I like the consistency of staying in one place. especially in one place that I chose, and consider “home”.

for the first time in my life I feel like I have a real home that’s all my own. I have a church that is the closest thing to a biblical example of a church I’ve ever known. I belong there – I have a family there, and I’m worth something there. I have a good job – work with people I love, and even though the things they do sometimes bother (or scare) me, it’s still a good job! I have a *great* friend in my roommate, and even if we don’t live together after this year, we’ll still be good friends. =) Indy’s a great city – a city that *I* chose to live in! I followed Daddy around when we moved, but now *I’ve* chosen a place to be. there’s so much to do here! and it’s so central – I can see college friends from all over, anytime I want.

life is full here… the only sad part is that my family and David are so far away. but, really… David’s moving closer and I see my family pretty regularly. so… life here is good. and I don’t want to leave! is that unfair, or immature, or wrong?