even the bottle of rainbath sitting on my bathroom floor is telling me my time is up. my time is up. as if i were past my expiration date. everyone is urging me to leave this island, this so-called home of the last eight years. after i moved to taiwan, i realized that the idea of home existed only because of my family. it didn't matter where i longed to be, my home was where my family was. home = family. but now... now i am leaving. people are now wishing me the best and reminding me that my sole purpose of going is to study. this idea is drilled so thoroughly into my mind, i wonder if anymore reminding would cause a portion of my brain to simply fall out. i haven't seen the school i'll be attending for the next four years, but i know for sure, that that won't be home. home is definitely not waiting for me here. i know that because i've moved my possessions into boxes and have started to prepare for andrew to move in soon. i don't know what to make of the future. i have no idea what lies ahead of me. but i'm willing to make the most of it. so where is home? home is where God is. i know i'm always welcome there.