- Posted September 15, 2013 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Where is my home?
The State of Mind Called Home
I thought I'd found it-home that is. When I left Rhode Island to come to Charleston to complete my education, I was never more happy. The sun, the breeze, the water, the lifestyle, the sounds and feel of the South, well, it was a perfect fit. A perfect fit for over 13 years that is until the Peace Corps happened. Now, it's been 17 countries and almost four years later, living in two regions-Eastern Europe and the Pacific Islands-and yes, once again, I have yet to return home. Blame it on the way that it feels when you come to a new place, how much effort it takes to win people over and when they finally welcome you as family which in my case isn't very long at all, it's tough to distinguish whether they are or aren't blood relatives. Blame it on the wonder that happens when you round a corner and find what you are looking for or a surprise or two. Blame it on the days when you are so frustrated from trying to search for something you like to eat that you settle for nap or a walk just to realize how lucky you are to be there. Blame it on the times when you miss everyone you know from everywhere like crazy, but you have a freedom which you've never had before to explore, learn and live with the joy of knowing you can go "home" again, but just don't want to---yet.
And blame it on the countless photos and video which keep growing in your memory files; and the countless ways in which the people, the living, the places, the crazy planes, trains, boats, automobiles and taxis which take you where you long to be, keep drawing you away to unknown shores which in every way become home in one way or another.