My Search for Home

There is something about being home

that finally feels right.

It's a different vibe, man.

Can't explain it.

The people are the same,

But there is a different energy.

It just feels right.

I look up and around at the landscape

Which has changed ever so slightly;

But it's all still pretty much the same.

Is it home or is it me who changed?

A place I have called home but never quite felt like I could live here.

When I left over a decade ago

I thought I would never return.

I went as far as I could go then

With no intention of returning

'Oh no, I would never live here'.

Never gave the place nor its people a chance.

Thought to myself

"the world is too big for me to stay in one place,

especially this place"

So, I moved to faraway lands,

And travelled with such intent,

Like I was running from something.

I thought it was home that I was running away from;

A world that seemed too small to hold me.

Turns out everywhere I ended up,

It was home that I was searching for.

Living my best life, how many countries have I been to?

My Short, yet life changing, stint in Lusaka, Zambia. My own Out of Africa experience just without Robert Redford and Meryl Street (and yes I know OoA was actually based in Kenya)