I've been reflecting on the last month, during which I flew back to see my family and friends in Oregon. While there, Anna and I visited our old neighborhood, where we talked to folks who still live on the street where we spent twenty-plus years.
Very strange feeling--this is the first time I've returned to Oregon when it's not felt like my real home. Germany has become home. And yet, at the same time, I know Jeff's job here will only last one to three more years, at the most. So this isn't really my long term home in many ways. I ultimately define "home" as a place where I live and put down roots.
So where is home? I'm still trying to figure it out.
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Whew. Don't I recognize the feeling. It's that TCK-ailment that sweeps across the horizon from time to time.... "Where's a place that's Home? Will I ever find it?"
Ginger took the words right out of my mouth. For me personally, the world is my home. Whereever I am at the moment is "home" to me. I will never go "back home" because I don't know where that is. That place does not exist. So... I pull up a chair and make myself at home :)
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