Posts tagged home
A Feeling of Belonging

In my last post, I gave a few preliminary thoughts on putting down roots. Calling a place home. With the recent events in Baton Rouge — the shootings and floods — it’s been very evident that community is the cornerstone of “home-ness.” Anyone not willing to call Baton Rouge home would have skedaddled weeks ago. They would have had to settle into a new house, a new job and a new routine and, while they may have temporarily escaped tragedy, they would have missed out on something special.

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A Few Thoughts on Putting Down Roots

I was recently talking with one of my friends about the concept of putting down roots. Calling a place home and settling in. For a long time, I thought that idea was boring, un-adventurous and a bit too traditional for me. I had plans to see the world, move often and maybe live overseas for a year. To me, anything other than that life was giving up on the lifestyle of adventure and non-conformity that I wanted for myself.

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A broken city is your invitation to serve, not leave.

You can shout excuses at me about funding, infrastructure and politics all you want but unless you've put your energy and resources behind a push for change, I'm betting you're just a complainer like the rest. Is there something in your city that you don't like? Maybe that's your invitation to go serve there. It's your city — start shaping it into what you want it to become.

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The Untold Gift of Travel

I blink twice. Black silhouettes of trees blur in and out of focus; the bill of my cap gently taps the glass preventing me from smushing my nose up against the window pane. The bus continues along at a brisk pace, yet the objects outside of my window seem to be moving slowly as though part of another world. As we pass by a wind farm, I can barely make out the faint outline of hundreds of windmills dotting the landscape as they spin moonlight into gold. A strong sense of nostalgia washes over me as dozens of memories from the past two months begin to flick through my mind like those moving frames of a guy in a bowler hat riding a bicycle with an oversized front wheel. Certain frames elicit memories of home; summer-evening barbeque's, Church potlucks and movie nights with my family and one thought begins to shout above the others: it will be nice to be home.

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