This article is the kind of dialog that goes on in my head nearly everyday of my existence here in Japan. Anna Blackaby starts her article by voicing the thought I have at least once a day, “maybe it’s time to go back.” But as time goes on for me, another question rises, “What does it mean to go back”? I mean when does one not qualify for going back? My home is here as far as my personal situation is concerned. I have some family in the US, but I have more here. Every home that I lived in is now occupied by someone other than my family. I’ve lost contact with nearly every friend I ever had there.
“Go back to what,” is how my self dialogs usually end nowdays. I am back.