Back home?

We just spent a long weekend in Phoenix with the kids. We hung out, went to the Renaissance Faire, saw the parents and the best friend. It was awesome! But at the same time, it was bittersweet. I was so excited to be "going home". But I knew I had to get back on a plane to come home in a few days. So even though I had an excellent time, it was super hard to see the people I love so much and only get to spend a few short hours with them. I wouldn't change having gone, even though it was hard to leave. It just got me to thinking about home and what home really is. Home isn't necessarily Phoenix, although my heart is in Arizona and the raw beauty of the place. It is more the people I miss. Home isn't Nevada, but Nevada has been the place where I have experienced massive amounts of growth in my personal life. I have never lived in a house that I wanted to stay in the rest of my life. I've never lived in a place I wanted to stay in the rest of my life. So is something wrong with me? Am I selfish, unsatisfied with what God has given me, or is the wanderlust part of who God created me to be? Do I never feel "home" because this earth is not my home or is that the easy answer? There probably aren't answers, I just have lots of questions right now because of my trip home. It was such a blessing to hang out with the kids and do the things we used to do when we lived there. For now, instead of being sad that I'm not there, I'll just look forward to July when my baby girl comes for a visit.