Tuesday, January 22, 2013


Home. It’s where we are from. The place where we grew as people. Where we learn how to walk, talk, use a spoon, ride a bike. It’s where our families are, our childhood friends. We know the back roads, the short cuts, the best routes.

Then home grows too small. We can’t stretch our legs or run far enough away. Like Alice, we’re sticking out of every open window and pushing the roof off. Eventually, we push the familiar away, not wanting what we are used to.

We’ve spent the first 16, 17, 18 years trying to figure things out. Then we want new things to figure out, a new puzzle. If we push hard enough, we’ll break the plastic. We trip and fall into the unexplored. Diving into dark water only to find a shore on the other side. We become Lewis and Clark, exploring sites unseen.

But time passes. We get use to being away. We lose touch with who we were, where we were, who we knew. We transition, forming into a new mold, melting into the cracks. Starting a new life is easy. But making it stick is hard. Meeting new people, trying new things, going to new places, it’s easy until you have to find your way back. We become well traveled, more knowledgeable but with nobody to share with but our own minds. We try activities and foods that we would possibly never try at home. But the novelty wears off. We get updates from home, “____ is doing this,” “_____ is doing that,” and start to wonder, when will “here” become “home?”

When will the navigation turn off and the short cuts turn on?

When will the friends you try to make become the friends you’ve always had?

When does here become home?


  1. Oh my God that's how i've felt for the past year or so, in a strange place trying to make it feel like home... like you, i wonder when that would be :/

  2. I agree, but unfortunately that definition of home doesn't apply to thousands of us (children of international diplomats, military personnel, state dept. officials, MNC executives.etc) who constantly have to move around the world with their parents till adulthood. Even during and after college, we often spend Christmas in one country and then the next year in another country. So what defines 'home' for the thousands of 'third culture kids' (http://www.telegraph.co.uk/education/expateducation/6545869/Third-culture-kids.html).

    Btw, the wiki article was too dull so, I posted the above one instead :).

  3. Beautiful writing. :) Even though I haven't lived in Texas for 10 years, I still consider it home. I feel like until I have a family that's rooted in a certain city will I stop calling Texas home. It is a weird limbo between now and then, however. And I'm so glad you posted the Edward Sharpe song, it's one of my favorites! I hope all is well and you enjoyed your weekend!

    1. *I will still call Texas home. Proofreading lol!