No One Told Me I Would Lose All Sense of Home
<p>There are <a href="https://www.worldometers.info/geography/how-many-countries-are-there-in-the-world/" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">195 </a>countries in the world at this moment in time. Seven continents. Yet somehow, I couldn’t name one as my home.</p>
<p>I spent half my childhood growing up in Germany, the other half in the UK. I have lived in Australia at 18 and Canada at 25. I have travelled to over 26 countries and counting.</p>
<p>At some point, I lost all sense of “home” as a physical place. Nowadays, home is people.</p>
<p>My family in Germany. My friends who are spread all over the world, the majority currently in London.</p>
<p>The closest physical place to home is London, as it is where I spent my “forming” years, my teens and early twenties. However, it is not the place I refer to when I say I’m going home. That is usually wherever my family is.</p>
<p>Sometimes, when I spend longer in one place, it becomes home. Like the ski resort in Canada, I worked at last winter — I eventually referred to that as home. Or the hostel in London that I spent a month volunteering at — the people there became a family and it felt like home, for that time period at least.</p>
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