Even after all these years, as someone who is not a native to this state, I always get a twinge of envy when one of my friends gets the opportunity to move back home- especially under good circumstances. It happened again this week. And the pang hit. I guess I still see myself as a Californian at heart.
Yes, I have a good life here, and yes, God is good. Yet, I still long for home. Maybe it's just that I will long for home until I die and go to heaven to be with Jesus for eternity. (John 14:1-3) That's my real home anyway. All this is temporary.