Lately I have been living my life from countdown to countdown. As a matter of fact, my mom and sister are only 3 days away from arriving in Louisville where they will be spending Thanksgiving with us. It will be their first time in Kentucky and I am really looking forward to showing them our new home. Yet I can't help but wonder whether I have really accepted that Louisville is home.
As I was driving home from work yesterday in the middle of rush hour, I realized that our Florida tag is a dead giveaway as to why I drive with so much caution or randomly and unintentionally cut someone off so as not to miss my exit. It feels that U-turns have become a part of my regular driving routine when going somewhere new. All this to say that my heart is still in Miami. I long for the heat of my hometown even if it does come with humidity. I long to hear others speaking my native language, Spanish. I long to greet someone with a kiss on the cheek and not feel awkward about it. But more than Miami itself and the beautiful diversity of Hispanics that can be found there, my heart yearns to be close to my family and friends.
Yet, I understand that God has a purpose in sending us here where Lucas is preparing for full-time ministry. I feel like this is also a training ground for me and I am making the most of this opportunity even if countdowns help me get by on the most difficult days. I can't promise that I will ever say that Kentucky is home. I understand that it is for now but all I can think about is that cliché, "Home is where the heart is." Maybe someday my heart will follow me to Kentucky but right now I am content to think that someday I will be basking in the Miami sun and relishing every minute of it even if it means an unwanted re-introduction to rude drivers and frustrating traffic jams.
Te extraño Miami.