Where is home? Quoting a saying, is home where the heart is?
Some people venture to live very far away from their mother land because of work, study or adventure. But that doesn’t necessarily mean they left no loved ones behind. Some are lucky enough to find love and create their own new families in the new lands they discover, but that doesn’t change the fact that some other very important people are miles away.
Sometimes, there is a feeling inside of us telling us to go to another place, because that’s where destiny is waiting for us, because where we are doesn’t feel quite like home. There will always be a split in our hearts between the memory and longing for those people who watched us grow up wishing nothing but the best for us, and that itch somewhere inside of us rushing for a life lived at it’s best potential somewhere else.
Personally, I have experienced guilt because of having dreams that irremediably lead me away from my grandparents, parents, siblings and family in general. Yes, there are phones, internet, airplanes… but it’s not quite the same.
In a place where family is very important, and in an upbringing that makes it nearly impossible to imagine not living close to family… how do you choose? How are you brave enough? How do you embrace the possibility of creating a family of your own somewhere else, or maybe not having that chance at all, but you still feel the need to explore the rest of the world and find home out there?
Home is where the heart is, the thing is: the heart can be in so many different places at the same time.