Month: March 2016

Strangers world

After reviewing my previous post The place we call home, I felt somewhat unsettled and anxious. It read as if I was trying to convince myself that Paris was indeed my hometown. It reminded me of that weird feeling I had last time I was there: as I was getting off the metro ram it was as if I had never felt more disconnected in my life. It was strange as I can’t think of a more familiar location for Paris. And now I am left thinking, shouldn’t where my home is be nothing but obvious?I am not even sure how to define home anymore.  Is it simply the place where we are born and raised that classifies as such? I have lived in Paris for a total of ten months over the past eight years. I caught the traveling bug at the age of twenty and it took me eight years to get it out of my system (at least sufficiently for me to stay in one spot for more than a year). I do …