yet again, I find myself leaving home in pursuit of new adventures…
sitting on a plane from halifax (my home for 4 years) to abu dhabi (my home for 18 years), i wonder:
what in fact makes a home? how does one define home?
i always considered abu dhabi to be my home. i mean, i was born there. i was raised there. everyone I loved lived there.
isn’t that what home is?
then again, my parents are indian. i am indian. my passport is indian. the country seems foreign every time i visit, but i am an indian citizen.
does citizenship mean home?
and then there’s canada, where i moved to 4 years ago. canada’s starting to feel more like home, and abu dhabi less so.
and that’s moderately terrifying
we evolve alongside the changes in our life and the decisions we make. and that’s a great thing. when people say “you’ve changed” (which happens a lot), i used to get offended, and often defensive. but why? yeah i’ve changed, and that’s probably a good thing, because the old me wouldn’t do well at the stage of life i’m at right now.
the circumstances, the place, my surroundings are entirely different. and i love it.
today, i’ve established that canada is home. somehow writing it on my blog makes it official… i’ve not only accepted it, but i couldn’t be happier. now that I’ve narrowed my personal ‘home’ down to one country, i only have to choose a province (yay?)
let’s talk about the process.
goodbyes suck. they’re tiresome and difficult, very much like first dates (they’re the worst). it’s unfortunate that the hunt for a home is almost always associated with goodbyes.
spending 4 years in halifax changed me. i grew, found myself, learned to love myself and found my passion. i made the best friends, memories, and all that makes leaving much harder. halifax will always be ‘a home’, but I couldn’t live there forever.
living in halifax would be taking the easy way out, and if you know me, you know that that won’t do. ‘settling’ is something i don’t ever intend on doing.
finding ‘home’ isn’t easy. and i don’t want the search to be easy.
moving is difficult, but living a life that is settled for, nope.
and so i’m on the move, onto my next destination. will it be my last? who knows. will it be the worst/best decision of my life? possibly yes, possibly no.
but it’s a decision, it’s a risk, and it’s setting up the next stage of my life.
and i couldn’t be happier