The Road up ahead is not always clear, but in trusting God we know there is always something good ahead.

Hungary has been my home for twenty years, from the small village where the journey began filled with sweet friends that turned into family, to learning a new culture and starting a work that God had always intended.

To moving to a castle in a desolate village to live on the property of Bible College that would be a starting point for so many, and would eventually lead us to the capital of Budapest.

Budapest has been a place of change, growth, struggles, victories, but most importantly home.

It's been my home for my entire childhood. It's where my twenty-year-old mom and twenty-three-year-old dad started their adulthood and the birthplace of my siblings.

Together we learned a new language and made lifelong friends.

There are no regrets, only memories.

Change is apart of life, and while not all can relate to this story, we all can relate to life's changes.

While the transition is difficult, it is sweet and exciting.

When I think of my time here in Hungary, my fondest memories are living in the small village we first moved to. It's where we met my oldest sister, where my brother was born, and where we made so many of our dear friends.

For me, that will always be Hungary, and although I've loved living life in the City, when I think of Hungary I'll always remember the beautiful country-sides, the amazing sites, and most importantly the people.

For some moves can be difficult as you can feel something is being taken away or lost.

But I can tell you while it feels that way, that is not the case.

Most of my life I longed to be back with my grandparents on the beaches of Southern California and attending a school with more than twenty-four kids in my class, and though it took some time, God gave me back everything I felt I had lost.

My dreams of living in California are coming true with my parents moving back, and I'm attending a wonderful college that I love that is much bigger than my small class of twenty-four.

Transitions are hard as they not only affect us but those around us, while my parents moving bring my sister and me great joy, those left behind feel the sorrow of them leaving.

But just as we've seen so many blessings from my family moving overseas as God called them to, I know more will come as we continue to follow His lead.

I've talked to so many people who have no real definition of home because often home becomes wherever our loved ones or friends are.

Home will always be wherever my family is, but Hungary will always be in my heart.

Moving away and starting over is scary, and it's difficult as there are so many unknowns, yet despite our constant on the go lifestyles and busy society we live in, God is constant.

God is in the villages of Hungary, the city of Budapest, the beaches of California, and wherever we go.

He doesn't change, and neither does His faithfulness.

Nothing is lost or taken away, nor replaced, merely added on.

I'm excited for this new chapter for my family, though I've already made the transition three years ago, despite being gone, Hungary will always be a home to me, as I know it will be for my family.

Goodbye is never a goodbye forever, it's merely a farewell, for now.