Written by: Erin Smethers
Two months ago, if you asked me what home was I would say my house in Illinois, but after 4 weeks on the road with FCBA home has a whole new meaning. Home is where you know how to work the shower, can flip on the bathroom lights with no random wall slapping, and where you don’t have to pack up your belonging every morning.
While riding between different small towns in Montana during weeks three and four, I learned how special a shower or bathroom to yourself can feel or how nice it is when someone shares their outlet with you; small acts I had never considered “back home.”
Speaking of home, my parents flew in to visit me for all of 28 hours today ☺ I was excited all week to see them but most of all I was excited to have a warm (long) shower and a queen sized bed! It’s funny though, as I type this I’m wondering what everyone is doing at the church, what the sleeping and outlet situations are, and I am wondering if they too got a hot shower. After spending 4 weeks with 27 complete strangers it’s funny how close to family they have become. So quickly home is losing its meaning as a physical location and transforming into a place where I am loved and supported beyond my comprehension. Whether in Illinois, Colorado, or North Dakota I know my biological family, my friend family, and my FCBA family can make any house or church feel like home.
