what is home?
i lived in the same city for the majority of my life until I moved continents. Now I've lived in three cities in total.
as i was in my uber heading to the airport, my mind was in between places. and soon i will be in the liminal space of the airport. i saw the first rays of sun wash the many skyscrapers. naturally my mind wandered.
what's home? is it the city that i was born in and spent most of my life in? the city with which i have a love-hate relationship? a broken home to go back to? hell i don't even talk to my dad anymore, and it's technically his house, no? how'd it be if i visited now? after all this time? will i ever be comfortable there?
is it the city itself? the city that gave me so much? that saw all my happiness and sadness? that grew along with me?
or is home my uncle/aunt's place, who welcomed me with open arms when i first arrived clueless in a new country? a home far away from home. the only sense of connection i have in this land.
Or is it the place where I live now? my first breath of independence, which came so late, very late in life.
i don't know anymore. and honestly its starting to mean less and less these days. i'm happy as long as i have 1-2 people around me who i care about and who care about me.