After a long week of traveling with Richard and the team, I'm finally back in Nsoko. I never thought I would consider this place home, and I'm still not sure if I do, but when I left Richard in Johannesburg this Saturday I felt that feeling you get on a road trip when you're only a couple hours away from home and just want to get there. The whole ride back, which was close to six hours, all I wanted to do was be back in Nsoko, because for the first time I realized that it was the closest thing I had to home.

Things have definitely been getting better here, and I've really been dealing with where home really is, because honestly, I have no clue what to call home. I had a wise friend tell me that as you get older, and travel more, home becomes all over. "You'll always be missing someone, somewhere in the world." I'm really starting to grasp that concept.

We have a little over 3 months left here in Swaziland, and I never thought I would actually miss this place when I leave, but just like all my other expectations, I've been proven wrong once again. I guess home really isn't about a place, but really about the people. In which case, I guess I'll never be home until I get to heaven and have all of those people there with me, because while I'm still here there will always be someone, somewhere that I'm missing.