Now that Michael and I are entering our second year in Houston, the word “home” is beginning to change for me. I love my community and life in Houston, but every time we visit Louisiana, my heart seems to physically ache to be back with my family and friends there. I am missing out on the lives of those loved ones, and it makes me so sad!
At the same time, I care deeply about the friends I have made in Houston. Even though I have not been friends very long with them, I consider them a special kind of “family.” That’s why Michael and I rarely miss the Thursday night “Family Dinners” that our friends do unless we are (very) sick or out of town.
It’s doubly difficult now that I have Gabriel. As long as God’s plan for us keeps Michael, Gabriel and me away, my loved ones in Louisiana will not have the pleasure of watching my son grow up every day.
It’s times like these that I remind myself that I trust God’s plan for me and my family. I believe that God wants me to be happy just as much and I want me to be happy. I am with the people He places in my life for a reason.
In the meantime, I hope this blog finds followers in my family and friends so that I can connect them to my life s a Louisiana ex-pat here in Houston. (They may have to wade through some posts of my amateur musings on life, motherhood and Catholic theology, but I will try to post more now about my daily life as well.)
So where is “home” for me now? My best answer is that it’s with my little family, wherever God’s plans place us.