Well, I’m back in America. It’s odd. My friends keep saying, “Welcome home” to me, but I’m not home. I’m in Fremont, California. Which was my childhood home, but not my home home. In less than a week, I will be officially home to one of my absolute favorite places in the world: New York City! It feels funny writing that now as I sit in my old bedroom at my parent’s house, but I haven’t lived at home since I was 18 years old (that’s about 13 years ago for anyone trying to do the math) and have never felt more at home anywhere else than in NYC.
Perhaps it’s because in New York, the people there are all just as crazy as I am. Or perhaps it’s because only in a brilliantly diverse, status quo challenging and open-minded city like New York, I can truly be myself and not worry about conformity, or more accurately, my lack thereof.
One thing I’m especially looking forward to? Settling into my Lower East Side apartment. Yes, that’s right. Last September, I impulsively signed for a fabulous little apartment just weeks before I left for further travels in Asia. Silly, I know, but it’s worked out great while I was traveling and now that I’m about to return, I have an apartment that I love to return to and make a home.
And even though “settling down” may not be as exciting as traveling to new and far off places daily, it’s pretty exciting for me right now.
I guess there really is no place like home.