I have been home for two weeks now and I still wake up wondering where I am. The life that I now lead is so different from the life I lived at Bethany for the past year and from the life I will lead in Southeast Asia just four months from now. I am in a sort of limbo. And while it can be frustrating at times, there are lessons to be learned here. Such as knowing who I am even when I don’t have a place to belong. When the props are knocked out, how do I stand?