On Leaving Home


I’m packing up and moving house again this summer. My time in one home is coming to an end and I’m not quite sure where the next one will be yet. I don’t do ‘not knowing’ very well. It makes me edgy and unsettled. Plus, moving always seems to require endless sorting and decision-making. What do I need to keep? What shall I throw away? How can I rework things to fit into a new space? Who will help me carry boxes? Am I destined to spend my entire life hauling my stuff in and out of my parents’ garage?

It’s exhausting and overwhelming just to think about it. I’m like Sam in the 90s TV show, Quantum Leap, ‘each time hoping the next leap will be the leap home.’

Of course, you don’t have to move house to feel like you’re leaving home. Life has its way of tipping us out of the nest when things that were once comfortable and familiar no longer seem to exist. A situation changes, your perspective shifts, or maybe you’re just done with pretending. Either way, you can’t stay where you are, but who knows where you will end up?

Transitions are mostly awkward and uncomfortable. It’s messy and chaotic and sometimes painful to pack up and leave. It can be extremely daunting to set off down an unclear path to reach an unknown destination, even if it’s your own choice to go.

But I’m taking comfort from Tolkein, who knew about epic journeys and understood that ‘not all those who wander are lost.’

Just because the path is unknown, doesn’t that mean that we are. Our Shepherd is good, he knows us, and his grace will lead us home.