Visiting Home
My life is becoming a series of visits to places that used to be home. I’m currently in Auckland, and staying at the house I lived in for the last two years. In fact, I got up on Monday, had my shower, checked my email, went downstairs, and got halfway through breakfast before I thought “wait a minute, I don’t actually live here anymore.”
I’m not sure what to make of it. In some ways, I am finding that I have no single place that I call home. I am at home in so many places. At the same time, I am finding that I move on from places, and find myself thinking “it’s nice to be back to visit, but I’m happy not to live here anywhere.”
Is it better to have one home somewhere, and other places are just places to stay? Or is it good to have lots of homes? I think I’m just one of nature’s wanderers.