Wherever I lay my hat is where I live.  Only, it’s a little hard to authentically and truthfully answer the two most asked questions when meeting new people this week:  where are you from?  Where do you live?

Having packed up our household last week, living out of a few suitcases as we shuttle/travel/couch surf around for the next month, there will be no easy way to know where home is.  Sometime in November, as we settle into Maroua, “home” will have a new meaning altogether.

Although the intermediate state of “homelessness” is only meant in terms of a permanent fixed address, the feeling of “being home” hasn’t left yet.  Surrounded by family and friends (a big “thank you” to the Vancouver Island Gang for a great send-off last Friday!!!), home is warmth, heart and joy – and it has absolutely no geographical or physical location.

Now, I have gone all soppy and sentimental… Oh well.  It’s real life.  It’s part of the adventure.

~ by Caroline Spira on October 1, 2009.

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