I booked my plane ticket “home” today. I won’t land in California for a few months yet … still… GULP.
The word “home” is in quote marks because, at this point, I’m not sure exactly where that will be. When I left last September, I sublet the adorable California bungalow I was renting in Oakland with the assumption I’d move back in come April. Alas – my landlords are changing things up such that I won’t be able to live there any longer when I return.
I initially met this news with fear and self-pity. Really?! I am supposed to continue living out of my luggage for an indeterminate amount of time? I won’t get to sleep in my own bed as I’ve been dreaming of doing? At least not immediately I guess… Thankfully, I’m gaining a modicum of seternity around the situation. And though I’m still not 100% at peace with the idea … onward, right?
And this little kerfuffle prompted me to really evaluate what a home is. I’ve learned over the past months that I can live with just a few belongings in a suitcase and a roof over my head. And I’ve been telling myself since I landed in Africa and saw how people lived that I wanted to downsize. Certainly to simplify. So – someone was listening and I get to do just that. I have no idea what “that” will look like. How could I? But as I write these words, I’ve gotta say … I’m actually a bit excited.
So what does all of this have to do with this Onward blog? Aside from the obvious (keep moving forward, regardless of what comes up) – it’s really gotten me to thinking about all the homes I’ve seen and visited over the past several months. And the lives people live in and around these homes. So I thought I’d reflect a bit on what I’ve seen in each country I’ve traveled through, on how people live, on what “home” can really mean…