About a year ago my friend told me something really important. I was feeling lost, lacking direction in my life and needed a place to anchor onto but regretted it all the same because I thought I was too homebound, paralyzed and not fearless enough to break out of old habits and to try something new. She told me that perhaps "home" wasn't a physical place, that it was more about being confident and knowing who you are, and the people you surrounded yourself with.
When I came back from Japan two summers ago I felt angry and sad and alone, that the home I had here didn't feel like one anymore when everything had stayed the same but I had changed so much. So perhaps home is really about carrying yourself in a way that fits you, and about your friends (the ones who hold your hand in the backseat of a cab, the ones who insist on calling you before you leave on trips, the ones who understand you and just listen). I take comfort in this because I want to travel and meet new people and try new things and to push myself out of my comfort zone, while holding onto something real and solid.
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