So what makes a home? Is it where you grew up? Or it is where your family is? Perhaps it is where your stuff is. Who really knows? For those of you who are completely unaware, I'm currently visiting Indiana - the great state that I inhabited until two months ago. I never realized what thoughts and feelings go through the mind of a person who moves nineteen hours away from their past home. You get back to the place you refer to as home, but you never go to your house. So you're home, but you're not. You feel? The main reason I came back to the place of my childhood was to go with my youth group to South Carolina; coming back I had a subtle epiphany. There's nothing like walking into your house and instantly crashing after a long trip. Nothing. I walked into my temporary Indiana home, and there was no mom to give me a hug and no floor onto which I could dump the contents of my suitcase. No place I could sit alone and just soak it all in. S