I haven’t posted anything in a while. I know.
In my defence, I had a valid reason. Or so I tell myself.
This post is a personal account on what’s been happening with me, a major life update and the reason I went offline for a bit so if you aren’t interested in hearing about my life or don’t care, I don’t blame you. I promise my usual blog posts/short poems will be back on schedule. But if you are interested, I send you my love and I hope you do keep reading.
(P.S : This post is not about a gambling addiction I acquired at the age of 21 to fund my travels around the world. Though it would make for a pretty interesting novel, don’t you think?)
The first week of June 2016 was filled with mixed emotions. Because it was the day I returned home after studying abroad for the past three years. I realised that my definition of home changed and that home is a relative place.
India was the place I was born in. Sure. I loved my family, friends and my city but I wasn’t satisfied. Because I never truly felt at home.
I was, and always have been, an amalgamation of people and experiences from different parts of the world.
I know this is going to sound cheesy, bear with me, but I always liked the sound of the words ‘Global Citizen’ or ‘Citizen of the World’. I like thinking of myself as someone who identifies with a little part of every city or every country and with their culture. It doesn’t have to be something huge, it could be as small as falling in love with a traditional local dish. (Side note: Make sure you actually love the dish. Don’t fake it. One thing I’ve noticed is no matter where you are in the world, even if you don’t speak the same language, people will always understand genuineness.)
Even at a young age, I started to realise so many things that were a part of my daily life weren’t from my home country or culture at all.
I loved watching American TV shows. I loved eating Italian food as much as I loved eating Mexican food. I loved reading Japanese manga. I loved and obsessed over the famous French fashion brands that graced the pages of magazines. I loved reading murder mysteries by a British author. (Agatha Christie is a legend and you know it.) I loved listening to Korean pop music even though I didn’t understand a word of it.
Nonetheless, I still loved doing all these things. They weren’t a part of my culture yet they made me happy and at the same time widened my horizons.
That’s where my love for travel started.
I realised that I need to keep moving and discovering new places and cultures in different cities and find that part of me which is hidden in each city. Exciting isn’t it?
So what happened when I came back?