The idea of home has never been singular, what with quick forming attachments and leaving bits of my heart scattered around the world. One must be grateful for rich experiences, learnings, memories and the possibilities of return. Home has been gorgeous apartments, hotel rooms, hostel beds, quiet corner in parks, and very often now, a bit of web space. Home is on my camera, scribbled in my notebook, on my phone, and, of course, in my mind.
Over the last few days, I’ve been in the process of saying goodbye. Goodbye to friends, to cities, museums, shops, restaurants, and to the many places I think of as home. Between tears and laughing spells, I feel comforted knowing there are many homes.
To say goodbye isn’t as bad when you know you can always come back, and there will be a warm bed, a hot shower, a drink, and most importantly, familiar friendly faces to welcome you and make you feel at home.
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