Finding Home in Moments, Not Places 🏡💙

For the next few weeks, I’ll be with my kids. That’s a gift. But as I reflect, I realize “home” has been an elusive concept for us over the past four years.

Most of our time together has been spent in hotels—comfortable, yes, but not truly ours. It is not a place where family traditions take root, where a worn-in couch holds years of laughter, or where the kitchen smells of familiar meals.

Last summer in Taiwan was different. For once, the family wasn’t scattered; we were together. And I felt at home for the first time in a long time.

That feeling led me to a plan: buy a US home and live closer to my kids by next July. It was supposed to be a step toward something more stable.

But life doesn’t always follow the script.

Reading my words from a year ago, I see that not everything I envisioned has come to pass. And yet, I remain grateful. I’ve learned that home isn’t a physical space—it’s the moments we create, the presence we offer, and the love we share.

So, no matter where we are, I can still build that.

Where do you find your sense of home? Is it a place, a person, or a moment? Let me know in the comments. 👇💬