Back home, Back in Germany.
Its so funny how we all find so many more places we call ‘Home’ and yet can get so sentimental
when someone talks about a constant home!?
I grew up in the Philippines and in my first five years travelled a whole lot, and as they say the first five years of a child (even while being in the Moms belly) are a great effect on the childs inner soul.
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That is how it is, i am 20 now and after having my heights and lows on being a cross culture kid i discovered that at one point i hated the Philippine culture, i called my self superior over the ‘ureinwohner’ but after a while i began to love the philippines. I came there since i was 1 years old. So actually it really is home.
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Anyways the idea and the question on my mind is that after discovering how much i liked my home there, now in Germany i (which is grand here as well) i wonder why the sadness often or rather the tears, the ditachment and the everyday of accepting of difference is there.
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Will we be healed one day? What shall we do, give our selves time to grief? Is that the idea?
I wish you all the best and hope you have a great Christmas, how ever it might be 🙂
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Tough question, isn’t it? I understand what you are saying. Upon hearing the word “home,” I have multiple images in my mind. One is Midwestern America, cold air on barren field nothing but snow and some horse/cows; another is Seoul, Korea. And sometimes I do think about Tokyo too. Technically my “home” will be Seoul, Korea because I am Korean citizen and my parents have been living in Seoul – but to me that’s not my only home, nor 100% home. I miss being in America, but I know I’ll start complaining once I go back about how there is nothing and it always snows XD