Well I’m not an expat, but I can understand this pretty well. I’ve never lived in one spot longer than four years, and though I long for further adventures and globetrotting, I frequently debate myself on my definition of home. This is a great bit of perspective on that.
Where is home?
Have you ever hesitated in answering this question? I certainly have. Home might be where my belongings are, but this place differs from where my family and many friends are, too. Is it really home, if your family is over 5000 km away? Can I call it home, if I don’t always feel that I belong in my adopted country?
While living abroad is at times an exciting and enriching experience, it’s also challenging. There are times I feel dislocated. Misplaced. I’m neither here nor there. I’m in some kind of expat limbo. I’ve watched friends getting married, having children and buying flats (things that technically help to define home), while I’m slowly approaching 31 without anything tangible to settle with.
This makes me wonder – what makes home, home?
As a third-culture kid, I’m used to living in this grey zone in-between cultures…
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