“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
I have lived torn between two countries for most of my life and it’s not easy. You always experience some kind of homesick, and it’s hard to answer where and what you call home. Mom always said “well you wanted it that way”, and it is what she believed since I was the one who left, but I know it’s not true and I couldn’t have imagined how hard one decision would spread over the term of a lifetime.
Home is where the heart is they say, and home can be anywhere, although you never forget where you came from and where your roots run deep. It’s understandable and yet sad to me that the EU has closed its borders to people coming from the US. I’m sure somehow I probably could get in being a German Citizen and having a house there, but it would be under strict guidelines and quarantine I’m sure. All understandable and yet for the first time it feels as if I can’t return to the place of my roots, home. For now at least.
In the end I believe that this quote is all encompassing and home truly is where you are accepted as you are and your heart finds peace. Where you are understood and not questioned. Home is a place where you can be and sometimes if you are lucky, a place where your tribe and likeminded people live. People you have something in common with, people who can value you and where you can contribute.
May we all have such a place, even if it is in more than one home. 🙏🏼