Home is where you hang your hat

So when you don't wear a hat where do you call home? When I was in the UK last week I kept referring to Canada as "home" . Yet when I am in Canada I call the UK "home"...I'm not really sure how to explain this phenomenon. When I was young we moved a fair bit because my dad was in the royal air force, I think I got the bug for it because I used to love going abroad on holidays and seeing how other people live. When Ryan and I visited Canada years ago I fell in love with the scenery and the way of life here. So we vowed we would return one day to make our "home". We've been here about 20 months and we've lived in four places so we don't have a house we can call home either. So here we are in Canada calling this place our home, Gabriel has it easy because he doesn't know any different. We're looking into the possibility of moving into a house soon too so another address change will be in order!
Ryan mentioned our eternal desire in his sermon yesterday and it really rung home, we have this desire for something more than we have here. I was reminded again that this life is just a journey to the next one and we'll never really find our home until we are in Heaven. I love a lot about this life and I have to be careful not to get caught up in it.
I think I have two homes here on Earth now, I'll always be missing one of them. I value them both because the people in each place have contributed to my journey in one way or another along the way.
May God Bless all your homes!

Here are some pics from our trip "home"