I have been very lucky in my life. I have been given the chance to spend several months in a different country and get to know another culture. I think back to these times with mixed feelings of bliss, gratitude, and homesickness that are often misunderstood by others…
They ask me why I love to go abroad. They wonder why I feel homesick when I’m parted from a country I didn’t even grow up in. They ask me what I find better in foreign countries, and what is worse. There might be pros and cons to all places, but in the end I like the saying that what they are isn’t better or worse, it’s different.
What I miss is discovering. Learning. Experiencing.
I miss to simply be and to get inspired by other cultures. Other lifestyles.
I miss growing on different grounds and meeting lovely people from all over the world.
I miss the challenges and the moments of lightness.
It doesn’t mean that I love my original home country any less.
It doesn’t mean that I don’t miss it when I leave to see other places.
It doesn’t mean that I don’t love and appreciate what I have, live, and experience here.
It just means that I sometimes wish I could have both at the same time. I know it isn’t possible to be at two places at once, and I got used to it, but I think I still have the right to dream every now and then. It might sound selfish to want more than one home, but for me, home is where my friends and family are. Home is where I like to be, where I can laugh and cry, where I feel loved and supported. Home can be everywhere and at several places at once.
Just let me dream a little, I promise it won’t hurt anyone.