March 17, 2013

A place to call home

How to define what home is? Is it where you are from originally? Is it where you live at the moment? Is it something fixed? Or can it change accordingly with one state of mind? That has always been a hard question for me. Home as a word has always been just where I am from or the place I live. However how can one feel uncomfortable at home? That is the way I have always felt in the country I was born. It has been like I was born in the wrong place. Is it just me, or many people feel this way? I dreamed and still dream about Pasárgada, a place that magic happens and I maybe feel at home as I define it. Incredible that I feel more at home in a country, in a city that I can hardly speak the language and only spent 2 weeks at most than in the city I grew up and know every inch. I will never be completely at home in this sense. In another country, I will always be the outsider, the one that came from another place, that don't speak the language. Nevertheless, it can still be more like home than any other place and I think that might be enough for me, to asymptotically find home.

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