Home is where the heart is.
Cliche, but true. However, it is never taken literally enough. Home is exactly where the heart is- it is your body. You live nowhere else but inside your physical being.
The period in life between high school and finishing university involves lots of traveling for most people, whether it’s taking time off to see the world or going back and forth between “home” and school. It’s a period of transition, and I know that I for one have never felt particularly settled in any one place (granted, I seem to have a crippling inability to stay in the country for more than three months at a time, but still), even the home where I grew up. Life in general is constantly moving; sometimes it ebbs and flows but the waves are always there. We are nomads.
This can be quite a crisis- it seems to be part of human nature to try to find one’s place in the world- a sort of niche where you fit in, a sense of belonging. It’s what makes us travel and explore the world, and also try new things. But at the same time, it can create a huge amount of angst.
I think that where you physically are has very little to do with how at “home” you feel. To me, “home” is a sense of security and assuredness. It’s typically associated with a place, but I don’t think it has to be. I can feel at home anywhere from the mountains in north India to a tiny dorm room in Syracuse, and I think that sense of adaptability comes from a sense of security with who I am.
A sense of belonging isn’t something you need to find in a place, it’s something you need to find in yourself. It’s a sense of self-reliance rather than dependence on a place that makes you comfortable. Perhaps travelling the world and visiting new locations will help you discover who you are and find that self-assuredness, but ultimately your true home is nowhere else but your own body. Be comfortable in yourself and with yourself, friends. Namaste!