Home

I sometimes wonder at this illusion of "home". When people ask me where I'm from, I always hesitate. I was born in the Caribbean (St. Croix, U.S.V.I.) ... brought up in Texas ... my family still lives there. I felt more at home in Colorado than anywhere. I oftentimes wonder what it would take for South Africa to feel like "home" to me.

Is it the people, the relationships that make a place "home"? I got to hang out with a team from the States this week that made me feel like I was at home. I laughed so much and practically adopted the teenage boys as nephews, the girls as nieces. There's something that deeply connects me to some people, and not to others. I'm not sure if it's a particular type of people ... it doesn't seem to only be with Americans ... it happened in Brazil as well.

I would probably say that it's also the building - having a space to call my own that you've created that fits who you am. It's also a little bit knowing that I'll be there for a while, allowing me to settle in for the long haul and dig in enough to establish roots.

Home. How do you build a sense of home into your life when it seems like you don't stay anywhere long enough to make it worthwhile?

I'm not sure where to go from here, but I know I'll need it in the long run.