“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
I spent the first 20 years of my life living in an apartment with my parents and grandparents. It was the place I ‘called’ home for all these years. However, growing up in a household of dissent and in times of profound economic and political transition, the concept of ‘home’ turned out to be very fragile, both literally and figuratively. In fact, had it not been the tremendous effort and persistence of my mom throughout these years, I wouldn’t have learned and experienced how it feels to be at home. The feeling of belonging, of being safe, comfortable, and accepted as one is.
After moving abroad I gradually started taking apart my notion of being at home. It took me a number of years to discover that carrying this feeling within myself is essential for most of what I have done, do, and will do, no matter where I reside.
Interestingly enough, occasionally the wonderful scent of lime trees reminds me of Sofia, the city I grew up in, and awakens a subtle association with home…
Where do you feel at home?