So, I only have two full days left in Spain, and I'm kinda ready to leave, but kinda not.

It's weird, that we always miss the place that we're not.

And I'm always saying I want to go home, but when I'm "home," I'm wishing I were somewhere else and I say things like, "Well, I really don't feel like this is home right now."

Because in all honesty, nowhere on Earth ever feels entirely like home. And I've come to realize (not entirely on my own), that it's because nowhere on Earth is home. My home isn't in Memphis or in Nashville or in Palma de Mallorca. My home is in heaven, and I'm always going to be a little homesick as long as I'm not there.

I'm praying for you!

:)