Forever as I was growing up, home was where my parents lived. This changed frequently. I remember the time that I received my weekly phone call in Kenya, when my ‘rents let me know they would be moving. In essence my hometown moved while I was living somewhere else, and I had a new hometown for 5 months before I had ever seen the house.
So I have been wondering where home is now that I am an adult. Is it where I go to school? I don’t think I will live at home yet again after this round of school (at least, that is not in my plan, but I love the ‘rents, and wouldn’t mind it, but I need a change).
I talk to myself, and I called Durham home today while I was ranting to myself. So, has NC become home? perhaps. It is where many of my friends are, (well… not most of them right this instant, but it’s break). Perhaps home, for me, is where I am together with those whom I love, and who love me. And that’s enough, for now.
So, I am ready to get back home.