The last three weeks have been a rollercoaster and, honestly, I do not like rollercoasters because they always leave me feeling shaky and ungrounded! I have said farewell to India, moved to Japan, raced around Tokyo searching for somewhere to live and, in the midst of all this, my beloved father had a heart attack. It never rains but it pours eh?
Like Dorothy, I felt a “long way from home”. Fortunately my Dad is now recuperating and my parents are contemplating a whole new way of life. This has been a huge “wake-up call” for them and it is humbling to observe.
In the last six years, my husband and I have made three international relocations. I have been contemplating what it means to feel truly ‘at home’ and I feel blessed to have had a home in so many different countries.
As some of you know, this is not my first time living in Japan. I studied Japanese at University and spent a year in Kyushu as an exchange student back in 1998/99. It was during this time that my husband and I had our first kiss! Japan is a very special place for us and we are happy to be back in the land where it all began.
It feels familiar, yet different. In many ways, it is a homecoming.
What brings you home after a ride on the rollercoaster of life?