When did we become the people who stop in Paris, because we can, because it’s on the way back “home”?
And where is “home” anymore? Just how long do you live in a place before it takes up permanent residence your heart? And how long does it take before your new life becomes just another day? I’m pretty sure if you have lived in more than one location, you can relate to the kind of love you develop for that “new normal.”
For my monthly column at Expat Focus, I addressed what “home” and “normal” means to me now. I do hope you’ll take a moment to follow the link and give your own thoughts.
When I re-read my article after it posted, I couldn’t help thinking about a guest post last year, by writer Kayla Washko. If you didn’t read Kayla Washko’s essay, “The Moment You Become a Different Person Abroad“, I recommend it.
Have you lived in more than one place that became “home”, readers? Did something odd become your “new normal? I’d love to know your own thoughts on how it changed you.