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  • Home is where the heart is

    • Am I finally ready to write this article I have been wanting to write for so long? Maybe.
    • Or maybe I’ll have to write it again someday.
    • Because writing about home is one of the most difficult things I have done recently.
  • It’s so confusing, it seems so clear but it’s such a vague notion at the same time.
    • Home… According to the dictionary, home is “a dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; an environment offering security and happiness; a valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin; the place where one was born or has lived for a long time”.
    • According to what someone said one day, “home is where the heart is”.
    • And according to me, home now that I’ve left what I thought it was is something I’m not able to define anymore.
  • Before, it was clear to me.
    • Before, home was that country in the heart of Europe, where the weather is not always perfect but the people the people are trustworthy and life quite easy.
    • It was that small town lost among the mountains with all the memories that grew up in its straight and parallel streets.
    • It was that nice flat I had always lived in, the living room where I felt so good slumped in the sofa, and my room where all my greatest dreams and projects were born.
  • But one day I moved out, without even knowing it would be forever.
    • I really thought I would only go away for a couple of months, discover another country, make some nice experiences, and then go back “home” and find everything I had left behind exactly as they were before.
    • And I was wrong.
  • I was terribly wrong.
  • I went away innocently, and I got lost.
    • Now I’m caught in the middle, between these two countries I love one as much as the other, with in my heart the impression that, wherever I go, something will always be missing since I can’t live in the two of them at the same time.
  • Things have changed.
  • Now, when I go back to Switzerland, I don’t feel at home anymore, not totally.
    • My place is not really my place anymore; it has changed as much as I have.
  • The people have changed, too.
  • It’s normal, they’ve always been changing, but I missed a part of this evolution and now I feel like I’m out of everything.
  • I don’t even understand my country as well as I did before anymore.
    • At the same time, I’ve been living in Spain for one year and a half and I can almost start to consider it as my “home” now.
    • Still, this country is not mine, this city neither, though I know it pretty well by now and feel safe and happy here.
    • I should probably feel like I have two “homes”, and I would be happy about it. But I don’t.
  • I feel like I have none.
    • I suppose it’s normal, but now that I have lived in two countries, two cities, I have the impression that I don’t belong in any of them.
  • My heart is split between here and there.
    • It’s a strange feeling, home as always been the most important thing for me, my refuge, but now I don’t really have one anymore and I feel like “home” for me could be almost anywhere around the world.
    • I’m wondering which the place where I’m going to land and settle down in forever is.
    • I even wonder if it exists, if I will ever feel home somewhere again… I don’t know why all this appeared so clear to me today.
    • I tried to write this article many times before, and I was never able to put words on my feelings and give them a sense.
  • Apparently, today is the day! I feel lucky.
    • I would love to know if some of you have ever lived a similar experience, and what you all think about this 

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