I’ve seen the The Wizard of Oz countless times, but found myself emotional about the concept of home as I watched it last week. Perhaps because I’m preparing to leave my home of 4 years. Yes, Dorothy, there is no place like home, but what/ where is home?
As someone who is rather transient, I’ve had to adapt my concept of home. When people ask where home is, I always have this slight delay, a moment of pause or hesitation. I’ve had so many of them, so where is home? Yes, my home too has been Kansas at one point, but unlike Dorothy, I left and didn’t return. Is home where I grew up, or where I am right now?
Everywhere I have lived and fallen in love with is my home. I’ve shared pieces of myself and my soul is tied to all the places that have shaped me. I grew up in St Louis, MO and have a little Midwestern friendliness in me. I moved away over 10 years ago and tried to not be from St Louis, until I made peace with my past. I’m proud of the city I’m from and where my family is.
I’ve lived in Kansas City, Cincinnati, Miami, New York, and now I’m about to give up my ‘home’ to live abroad. I’m attached to all these places, but ultimately, my home is within me. I am home when I’m in tune with myself and the world around me. I feel at home in Tanzania, New York, and Missouri. Why do I need to pick just one?
My first new home will be in South Africa, where I will be learning to surf and teaching under resourced kids about fitness. Come with me on my journey as I discover my new home and explore different parts of myself. All contributions are welcome!