Apprentice 2 Jesus

There really is no place like home. No, I didn’t click my heels and end up back in Kansas.

We spent two weeks traveling the middle of the United States. We have almost travelled the length of the Mississippi over the past few years. Two years ago we were at the headwaters of the Mississippi. This year we were in New Orleans, just 80 miles from the mouth of the Mighty Mississippi.

Our travels were great. We saw the Old South, in Andrew Jackson’s home in Nashville. We saw the “small South” in Canton, MS, and Sweetwater, Alabama. We visited friends and family. Through the trip I reflected constantly on “place”. When I travel, I always wonder about moving. Is Minneapolis really my home?

Usually, by the end of every trip I am ready to get back to Minneapolis.

In Nashville, on our way back to Minneapolis, we were looking for a place to get some supper. A few blocks from our hotel we actually found a Middle Eastern restaurant. The couple that ran the place were Egyptian. The food was so wonderful. Then and there, I wanted to cry. I was ready to go HOME. It was Minneapolis to me. It was Central Avenue. It was MY “place”. Maybe it’s only for now, but for now, it IS my place. And I am thankful.