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I have always considered myself a nomad

Moving from one country to another

No proper good-byes and cold hellos

Then moving cities

Only to move again

This time with old friends and new ones too

So why does this one hurt so much?

It’s not my beloved shoes or the clothes I have acquired over the years that hurt so much

But the life of ease –

My washing machine and my refrigerator

My cable and TV

My duvet and air conditioning 😊

I miss home- the comfort, the routine, the familiarity

I am learning that home is not a physical place

But a feeling that I carry in my heart

And no matter where I find myself on this planet earth,

Like a bird builds its nest, I can build my home again