This touched my raw nerve, Mindi. I nave never had my mother's couch or a shoulder to cry on. I was born in a country that no longer exists. I grew up and spent my formative years in 3 different places separated by multiple times zones and thousands of miles; each one of them is a different country now. I lived my late 20's and most of 30's in yet another country that still exists but not sure for how long. During all those years I have never had home in that sense you are talking about but I have always longed for it. I knew that kind of "home" exists for other people; I learned about it from books and movies. I envied people who had it. I vowed to create one myself, for me and my family, which was only 5 of us, my husband, me, and our 3 kids; that's it. We did it together, we created our home in our 40-s in yet another country, multiple time zones away from all the previous places. And about a year and a half ago, 12 days after my 60's birthday, I had to move again, to another country, where I have my new home now. My previous home still exists and I love it dearly. Now I have two homes, in two different counties, and my heart is torn apart between them. But I am eternally grateful for having two of them instead of none.

Thank you so much for your so beautiful and so meaningful musing about "going home". I am not sure what it means to me but I know it is about love and belonging. Thank you. ♥️🏡