Home Sweet Home

I have long been of the opinion that a house does not make a home. Neither do multiple male occupants constitute a familial abode. Instead, a home mandates the live-in presence of a woman, be that woman a sister, mother, aunt, grandmother, etc (I guess a wife would also work).

My friends are well aware of this peculiar opinion of mine, as I am quick to correct whenever one of them refers to my present housing situation as my (or their) "home." "Nay," I say, "Nay." Perish the thought.

Using this premise as reality, one who knows me fairly well knows that I have not lived at "home" for almost two years, dating back to my move from Williamstown, New Jersey, to San Antonio, Texas. Although I have immensely enjoyed the past two years in San Antonio, living with some great guys and building life-long friendships, the time has come for me to return home. To everything there is a season, and my season of wolf-pack living (a few of you know what I mean) is quickly fading. Home calls to me, and to it I run.

No, I am not leaving San Antonio. For some Providential reason (very much undeserved by me), home is shifting from New Jersey to San Antonio. My family is moving!

September shall see the Jeff Horn family become residents of Texas, and shall also see me change my residence from the "Intern House/Bachelor Pad" to a real, live, familial abode. Oh, the joy of home-cooked meals! (An illustration of my need for a "home" - Two nights ago I went grocery shopping at Wal-Mart, very intent on purchasing "real" food to eat. I walked out of the store with limeade, cherry limeade, orange juice, water, nectarines, and khaki pants.) More importantly, however, will be the daily interaction with my parents, sister, and brother. ‘Twill be a blessing to talk with them in person instead of on the phone, and I look forward to many happy evenings with them all and many opportunities for family service in the community.

There will be some differences between my former life at home and the living situation I am now eagerly anticipating. My father released and commissioned me following my internship, and therefore my role in the family will be somewhat altered from what it was previously. I am extremely grateful to my parents for allowing me to reenter the home as an integral member, however, and I look forward to assisting with the family duties I have been unable to perform during the past two years while living 1,500 miles from home.

So here’s to home, the joy it brings, those who make it a reality, and our Father who bestows upon His children blessings far surpassing anything they can think or imagine. See you soon, Mom.