But, I wonder about the whole concept of home and what that means now. Because, of course, part of going back to where you grew up is going "home". But, I live here now. Maybe not permanently, but I have bought shoe polish and floor wax and a triple pack of toothpaste here, not really things you buy if you're somewhere short-term. I have a cell phone with a local number, I have Colombian insurance, when strangers on the street ask me for directions, I can at least point them in the right direction. I teach at a school here.
I say I'm going "home" when I'm out, and then I mean where I live now, but somehow, despite the fact that I live here, it doesn't really feel like home. Maybe due to how impermanent I know it is- it's pretty likely that within the next month I'll be moving again. Maybe due to the fact that home largely has to do with who lives there, and much as I appreciate the people I live with and work with, they still aren't family.
I wonder if Colombia will ever feel like home.
2 comments:
As the embroidered sign Martina gave us in Ireland says:
"Home is where the Heart is"
Aunt Cherie
Home is where your heart is. I'm way older and still do the same thing. Where I live with my kids and husband, is HOME. When I head to TN for holidays, that's 'home' too. I think you carry 'home' in your heart where ever you go.
Glad all is going well.
Jan
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