Where is HOME for me? I have lost sense of feeling of home for a very very long time now. I consider myself Homeless. I have had this feeling from the time I got my first salary way back in 1996 and realized I am responsible for myself. There is no relation whatsoever to the incident but after that I have felt like I am not at home. I have stayed in many places over the past 10 years, but I do not feel and consider any of the places my home. Every place was just an apartment or a house to stay in never a home. There was something missing always.
"Home is where we start from, but home is also where we are bound for, the place we always seek." – David Steindl-Rast
So what is home? Is it just a place with bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and obviously roof! No, I don’t consider that home; there must be some sort of attachment to the place. Each city or a town will have its own characteristics, as New York is forever awake, Boston is academically oriented, Pune has such lively young crowd, and Bangalore has the pot-holed roads! So any person if he/she considers that city as home gets used to that characteristic. If there is a need to move to a different city there is some amount of inertia to move. Compare this to my state; I had no qualms in moving from one place to the other, Boston is my sixth base. Not once have I had any kind of inertia to move, without a second thought I have moved. I have liked every place I have visited, but I was not able to identify myself with anything. This point’s at the fact that I am a lost soul looking for his identity. Where does my identity lie, that I can decipher only when I reach home. Trapped in this vicious maze not knowing where I am running to in this marathon called life, I shudder at the thought of not knowing my own identity until the last leg of the marathon. I just hope I get to relish the taste of sipping a hot cup of coffee looking into the horizon from the balcony of my HOME.
"Home is where we start from, but home is also where we are bound for, the place we always seek." – David Steindl-Rast
So what is home? Is it just a place with bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and obviously roof! No, I don’t consider that home; there must be some sort of attachment to the place. Each city or a town will have its own characteristics, as New York is forever awake, Boston is academically oriented, Pune has such lively young crowd, and Bangalore has the pot-holed roads! So any person if he/she considers that city as home gets used to that characteristic. If there is a need to move to a different city there is some amount of inertia to move. Compare this to my state; I had no qualms in moving from one place to the other, Boston is my sixth base. Not once have I had any kind of inertia to move, without a second thought I have moved. I have liked every place I have visited, but I was not able to identify myself with anything. This point’s at the fact that I am a lost soul looking for his identity. Where does my identity lie, that I can decipher only when I reach home. Trapped in this vicious maze not knowing where I am running to in this marathon called life, I shudder at the thought of not knowing my own identity until the last leg of the marathon. I just hope I get to relish the taste of sipping a hot cup of coffee looking into the horizon from the balcony of my HOME.
