My travels to India are always mixed feelings and emotions. It was a place I grew up half my life. And yet I have been away the last half of it. I often ask myself “Am I going home?” And if so - what is home?
I finally realized that home is not a place. It was not something to own. Certainly not a property. It was being home. To be more precise, being at home. Being at home amongst the people I want to be with.
Being at home is a social construct. My close family in Burlington. My generation above, below and my peers in India. My fellow schoolmates that I in touch with for the last four decades. The HKG meetup colleagues I grew roots with over the COVID years and that which continues today. Some of my co-workers over the years and clients who I have worked with who have transcended the boundaries of work relationships.
I am home. I am at home with people that I consider a privilege to be belonging with and hopefully belong to.
I am a human being at home in circles where I belong.