Home is Where the Heart Stays

 “’Truly I tell you,’ Jesus replied, “no one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age: homes, brothers, sisters, mothers, children and fields—along with persecutions—and in the age to come eternal life.“Mark 10: 29-30

The past few weeks of goodbyes have been bittersweet. There were sunset talks at Sunset Cliffs, early morning brunches, unhurried strolls through the Little Italy Farmers Market, meeting my best friend’s newborn, sharing communion during my final church service, and being sent off with the sweetest going away party. Each moment left me feeling deeply and overwhelmingly loved.

For so long, I’ve dreamed of a grand adventure—of living abroad and stepping into something completely new. Yet in these final days in San Diego, I’ve realized something important: it was never about the stuff (I sold nearly everything I owned). What I’ll truly carry with me is the people. They say home is where your heart is, and as I prepare to leave, I know a big part of mine will always remain here.

Sweet Send-Offs
One of the most memorable moments was the going away party my dear friend Yung hosted. She created such a beautiful space—decorating her home with care, preparing an incredible spread of food, and gathering people from every corner of my life. Old coworkers, college friends, classmates, church family—even people I wouldn’t have expected—showed up to wish me well.

At one point, her husband John initiated a time of sharing, and it turned into something unforgettable. Friends told funny stories (like stalking Find My Friends locations), offered kind words (apparently I give off Wonder Woman vibes), and spoke to who I am in a way that touched me deeply—like how I’ve inspired women in their walks with God. Some chose to share in private and reached out later with cards, calls, or messages.

For someone who has wrestled with insecurity and questioned whether I’ve been a good friend, that night was a gentle reminder: I have made an impact. In small but meaningful ways, I’ve left a mark—and hopefully shown glimpses of God’s love along the way.

My small group at church also surprised me with a send-off picnic on Coronado Island. We sat overlooking the San Diego skyline, eating my favorite Brazilian snacks and listening to Brazilian jazz. It was such a vibe, but more than that, it was deeply personal. I’ve co-led that small group for nearly three years, and investing in those friendships has been one of my greatest joys. To feel celebrated in such a thoughtful way was a true gift.

Quiet Goodbyes
There were also the quieter moments—the one-on-one coffee shop dates, beach picnics, and sunset conversations with my closest friends. These women have been my anchor over the years. We’ve traveled together, supported each other through heartbreaks and milestones, and shared life in all its ups and downs. They are ride-or-die women of God, and I feel so blessed to have them in my corner. (And yes, I’m holding each of you to visit me in Romania!)

Of course, none of this would be complete without mentioning my family and our last dinner together. My parents have been my biggest inspiration as missionaries themselves. Their love for God has shaped me into who I am today. Saying goodbye wasn’t easy, but I’m already looking forward to their visit next spring. And a special shoutout to my dad—the real MVP—for handling all my lingering car issues after I left!

My brother, gentle and caring as always, is actually with me as I write this. We’ve spent the past ten days traveling through Albania and Montenegro together, making memories and soaking up time before I head off. Last year, I dropped him off for his semester abroad in Spain. This time, he’s “dropping me off” for my grand adventure. I’m so grateful he chose to spend his summer with me.

Carrying San Diego With Me
Looking back, not just on these past weeks but on the last decade in San Diego, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude. Yes, San Diego has its perfect weather, beautiful beaches, rolling hills, and incredible Mexican food (which I’ll miss dearly). But the real treasure has always been the people. I leave not empty-handed, but with a heart overflowing with love and support.

To be known and loved in this city is a gift I’ll carry with me wherever I go. I don’t know exactly what this next year abroad will hold, but I do know this: San Diego will always be home.