tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457565749113105053.post7163588733135003950..comments2023-06-19T07:57:15.416-07:00Comments on And then I Married a Missionary: And I Was ThankfulSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16804360902051369567noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457565749113105053.post-78917517436829883072008-01-01T17:59:00.000-08:002008-01-01T17:59:00.000-08:00For me while growing up, home was where my family ...For me while growing up, home was where my family was. Then in college home was where I lived, which was actually just a dorm room! Now that I am grown and am on my own, I have discovered home is Africa. My home town is where my parents are missionaries, but I feel like I have come home in any sub saharan African country.<BR/><BR/>Knowing where home is to you won't get any easier, but if you Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com