How many times we are caught referring of HOME yet we talk about two distinct places which are clearly located on different sides of the planet?
PARIS & HOME 2
On the plane back home to Paris, I thought about that place where I am building a life and where someone who loves me dearly awaits for me. This other home is Paris. Yet, the last two weeks I spent home in the Caribbean where I go to feel whole and revitalize, the trip already seemed so far. The balance I've created to manage two sets of lives always seems to be in danger when I return to my Caribbean home.
My voyage came and went like a wave which disappeared into the ocean, quickly, sweeping with it all my emotions of peace of being somewhere where the daily topic was not about refugees, terrorism and the European Union mess. Yes, it has its own set of problems but I felt they were not of the same gravity. They all seemed more manageable.
In my time home there were countless friends and family to visit, errands to do, bank appointments and somehow I got so many things done yet I wanted more. Being in my Caribbean home, in that small island was a cure to my soul. The cure was borderline addictive. When will I get to go back? Every time the return gets harder and harder.
When I left New York for Paris years ago I had essentially already gone through the same prepping process of moving elsewhere although it was a city I loved and I enjoy visiting it was not a place I could call home.
What is curious is that home is not the same as when I left many years ago. Things have changed and I as well. Still, the things that remain, the friends who are making their lives there, my family and the possibility of me creating and living there is captivating to me.
Things change and plans transform as well. Maybe I will move back, one day, or not. Who knows? The unexpected in life is what keeps us curious to want to continue. The melody of change is never ending and unpredictable.
"Patria son tantas cosas bellas"
- Ruben Blades