What is home, really? A place of your ancestors, where you were born, where you feel at most ease, where you build a family?
Not a single country would consider me loyal, and they are right. I don't belong to a country. I spent 26 years living abroad, longing to belong. Only now, it occurred to me to look within to find the comfort I was after.
Always trying to fit in, to accommodate, to blend in - an impossible task to begin with. Instead of trying to fit it, connect with people through common values. In plain terms, basic human views - what it is good and bad, and the blurry line in between.
What really feels like home for me is the smell of earth, dark rich soil, the mossy trees, the whisper of leaves, stones polished by stream, soothing pulse of waves...And isn't it home for all of us?
We came from it and will return to it, one way or another. So why not care for it as we would for our home - nurture, protect, celebrate.