I’ll probably be figuring out the answer to this for the rest of my life. So I am living the question, and not the answer (to borrow a Rilke quote).
I am reworking this, as I work through what type of person I want to be, and what I want to do with my one wild and precious life (another quote, this time Mary Oliver). I call many places home, and I wonder if having so many homes means I have none, or infinite. I am living in London at the moment, but have lived in Milan and Kazakhstan and Yorkshire and Texas. You can imagine the confusion over homes.
I am interested in how my reaction to place, and to being in new places, bring this question to the forefront again and again. So I am stuck puzzling this out again and again, a process which is fun, painful, difficult, lovely and interesting at the same time. More than anything, maybe, it is uncomfortable – and I’m still figuring out how comfortable we should be.