- Posted September 25, 2013 by
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Where is my home?
Oh!my sweet home
Iam from a migrants family my parents migrated with in India for their livelihood.After I migrated to United States I started to create my own identity living with roommates for long time. I would say sharing apartment with roommates gave me good friends but not a home. Even though I started visiting my parents in India once a year or once in two years, as I a visitor I no longer call it home or hometown. Surroundings have changed drastically that made me feel I don't belong there anymore.
After migrating to United States wandered around and currently living in California yet away from home three days a week for business. I leave home on Sunday night and back home on Thursday night, once I step in to the house Iam back into my comfort zone, once i step in i say to myself 'oh!my sweet homeeeee'
So what is welcoming in my home?Iam all by myself, Iam the King and the Queen of the house. I sing, I jump, I dance , I cook and no body to criticize or yell at me. I have freedom to live the way I want.
Again not everything is rosy, I miss my parents, my sister and my childhood friends. Hoping to start my own family one day and expand my personal empire and call it as true home where somebody is waiting for me or the other way round.