Lately I’ve noticed some of my fellow expat bloggers writing about confusion over their sense of Home. Home becomes a difficult thing to define when you live abroad, especially if you’ve had more than one expat assignment. Expats often feel caught between two (or more worlds) but never completely a part of either of them.
Way back in 2005, I wrote a post about my own struggles to define home. Sinec then, I’ve come to realise being caught between cultures is not all bad. In fact, it can be really nice to experience a feeling of home-coming in so many different places.
I’ve been thinking about the word ‘home’ this week because I am going ‘home’ — home to Canada for a holiday.