Grace Writing

            The more time I spend back in the U.S the more I ask myself the same question over and over again: “Where’s home?”             My dad is in Thailand, and I’ll be back there soon enough, too, along with my whole family. The only problem is that, though that is where I live - I have a house and a family there - I don’t really belong there. I don’t fit in. I’m a foreigner, not a citizen. The people there are kind. They treat me nicely, as long as I am nice to them. But, it’s not really my home. I am allowed to live in the country. That’s it.             The other problem is that the United States isn’t my home either. I have friends here, family members, too, but I don’t have an actual house. I sold my house and moved away. I might look like everyone else around here, but I’ve spent the last two years in another country. I am totally homeless. I don’t know if I’ll ever have a home again. I have gone through things that most people have never gone through. I’ve m

     I know that this is a very late blog, and I apologize. I am currently back in the United States, and have a very small amount of internet where I am. Since I'm back, I figured that I would talk a little about my time here.             So far, it has been amazing seeing friends and family. I am blessed to be able to return. I've gone to favorite restaurants, hung out with people I missed and visited some familiar parks that I haven't been to in around two years. I also got to go to King's Island, one of my favorite theme parks.      The more time I spend with my old friends and with my family, the more I feel like God really made all of this possible. I couldn't be back here without Him. I am proud to call Him my God, because He is more than worth the title. He has loved me more than I have ever deserved, and I know that He always will.            Thank you, Jesus, for loving me when I don't deserve it. For listening to me when I speak. Thank you. I know