REFLECTION ON ‘STABILITY’
Growing up I lived on the same street, in the same house, in the same room from birth until I took off for college at 18. Not only that: it was the same neighborhood that my Mother, and her Father (my Grandfather) grew up in. This formed my understanding of home. For many years home, for me, was synonymous with consistency, sameness, and uniformity. Growing up I also had the chance to travel. When I was 4 years old, we drove from Iowa to Vancouver Island, Canada and I still remember that trip, especially Mount Rushmore in South Dakota. When I was 6 years old, my grandparents begin volunteering in their retirement as missionaries on the border of Texas and Mexico, and we would go for a few weeks every year. Many weekends we visit family in various parts of the Midwest. And parts of each summer were spent at the family cabin in Fairbault, Minnesota. It was during these trips, explorations and adventures that I felt full of life, excited and ready to learn new ways of living and being. Home became the place where I was, the people I was with, the ways God guided me to grow and flourish.
– Submitted by Rev. Paula Cripps-Vallejo, Pastor of Humboldt Park United Methodist Church, Chicago
Questions for Reflection:
- How many times did you move before you turned 18?
- If you moved more than 3 times, how has frequent moves impacted you?
- If you moved less than 3 times, how has ‘housing stability’ impacted you?
- If you were going to “move home,” where would that be?