Ek akela is shahar mein...
It has been more than a year since I came to this city to make it my home. Sadly though, my home hasn't made it's home in my heart as yet. 'Home' still makes me think of India somehow. The weird thing: 'Where in India' - I don't know.
My dad's place doesn't quite feels mine. I don't even know where they keep their things any more. My in-law's? - never lived with them long enough to feel that it was mine. And here, we still don't know our neighbors. I still don't feel Texan enough to enjoy the rodeo. 4th of July is still just a holiday. Thanksgiving or Easter are no family traditions for us.
Where IS my home? Am I still as lost as I was 8 years ago when I first left my then home? Have I been uprooted for good? Would buying a house make it 'feel' more like a home? Would a job and kids help? I don't have my answers. I only wish I at least had a home.
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This one really touched me. Don't you think it's hard for a woman to truly have a home..and by this I don't mean the stereotypical home that equals to husband, kids and a well stocked kitchen :-)First it's your parents home, where you were born and grew up. Where you could just be yourself and then it's your in-laws place and then if you decide to move out with your husband it's another four walls that you need to call home. Well that's just me rambling away, guess I'l just shut up now :-)
Anna. What you said is very true. It takes a lot for a girl to 'create' her own place. She is usually gifted one house after another to make it her home.
I was thinking more in terms of 'belonging' to a particular place. when you jump around a lot, sometimes across continents, sometimes you feel lost as to where do you really belong. guess...I've been rambling enough myself, so must shut up now:).
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