met a few new people tonight, they were not very new, just new to me ...
It isn't very often I ponder my affiliations, but tonight I did. I am an immigrant, in this shiny land of plenty. Where I come from there isn't much, but it is my own land and tonight I wondered about how far I had come along in this journey. Many thousands of miles, in time and in space and the place where I am now is not quite the land I came from, and yet I am not ready to call this sparkling place my home. Not yet. Will I ever? And more importantly, will I ever be ready to call the land I left, not my home anymore? I know the land I left lives on in my mind and sometimes I wonder if it lives just in my mind? Was it ever really there? And the place that I am in now, what is it? it not very sparkly from where I sit... how many roads do I still need to travel before I reach my home? is it a distance I can make? for it is really a distance in my mind. Maybe I am already home, I always have been, I just need to be able to make others see it, the way I see it.
2 comments:
You wrote : I know the land I left lives on in my mind and sometimes I wonder if it lives just in my mind?
My response : YES! Because the land that you have left has changed since then. Now if you go back and search for your home, it will be very close to going to a new place where you understand some history and culture, and BUILD a new home!
If you are in the same boat as mine, then clearly we dont have homes either in our home country or in the land of the plenty. We are aliens in both places!
perhaps we are aliens :)
but, maybe we are not as homeless as we like to think... I have learnt that the glass can be half full if I concentrate on the similarities. and try as I might, I cannot deny the glass is and always will be half full of the littel quirks that are a intergral part of the place that is 'home' in mind and they always bring a smile to my face.
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