I'm 'home'

October 2nd, I began the drive first to St. Paul to visit Isaac at his new college location and then 1700 miles to Seattle. Along the way I discovered Prairie Fire Pottery at exit 1 in western North Dakota and the very beautiful Sacajawea Hotel in three Forks montana. I am now home in Seattle, a small city when I left 30 years ago, a bustling place now with the Alaskan Way Viaduct being torn down cement piece at a time. I am 'home' in a place familiar and foreign.
Connection to family is powerful and confusing. Who am I and who are they when we are together more than 5 days a year. Where do I belong, like what neighborhood do I want to live in if I could choose depending on income and experience? And I am still a pastor with Rev before my name. What does that mean now?
We think our identity is established...life or God or the universe says, "wait a minute" so I wait.