I miss home.

I think this is the first time I really say those words and that creeping choking feeling comes up in the back of my throat - but right now home is so many different things to me.

Home is Jesus.

Home is family.

Home is knowing I could be there in a heartbeat for my friends.

Home is Michigan.

Home is stability. 

Home is comfort.

Instead, tonight I wrap up another week in the Starbucks parking lot, googling the MSU game while hitting "refresh" endlessly, and I head "home" to a place that currently holds new beginnings and uncertainty, a place that dares me to take risks and asks me hard questions. 

I'll start with Peppersauce Cave this weekend - this seems like a good dare to take.