Home is a complex word for Tyler and me. There are quite a few definitions of the word for us, as a couple:
1) Season home: which has never been the same.
2) Off season home: TEXAS- where we were born and raised.
3) Our home on wheels: the camper that was once our season home but is now our off season "for fun" home.
4) Then there is the all too obvious, home plate: let’s be honest we are at the field more than anywhere else anyway...
5) Each other: the most important.
I know that most of these are all just the houses we live(d) in or the places that we spend most of our time and they don't seem like they could be that important... people move all the time, right? We aren't the only people that have lived in multiple places, so why all the fuss.... well, because they are important. They were all our place of comfort, at one point or another. All 11 locations in the last 3-some-odd years. (That is only the physical addresses that we have lived at... it doesn't include all the stadiums that we have called "home" or the interim hotels.) They shaped us and made us into the people we are today. They aren't just a physical location. They hold a part of us. Our memories are in the walls. Literally... we had a closet rod fall off the wall once and we had to do some rigging to get it back up and stable... now someone else uses that rod... and we left our mark. They are the places where we have loved each other and our friends and family. The places where we hosted Christmas parties, booked vacations with our friends, celebrated anniversaries, and planned weddings. The places where we did the "newly wed" thing. In most of them I did the "totally by myself in a random place thing"... but it shaped me into the independent person I am right now. We did some "holy crap what’s happening" things... like rebuilding our bardominium in Texas, from Pennsylvania, when a tornado took the roof in the middle of baseball season. (With the help from family and friends of course!) These are places where we did bible studies and became better people. These homes are where we learned a lot about ourself but even more about each other.
The controversial/most beautiful part of having so many homes is that we always feel like a part of us is missing. When living in our season home, our family and Texas friends are missing. When living in Texas, our baseball friends are missing. When we are separated from each other for any reason, it feels like half of my heart itself is missing. But having each other, near or far, makes us whole. Knowing that we can be anywhere in the world and still feel loved, is an incredible feeling. We are blessed by the fact that we have so many beautiful people in our lives... worth feeling the pain of being separated.
So, whether I call Texas home, or Japan home, or I am wearing a t-shirt that says "Home is where the field is"... I am not lying. It is all true. We have a lot of "homes"... and even though there is always something missing, our hearts are always so full because the saying stands true with Tyler and I... home is wherever I am with you ♥️
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