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Heading home

Someone once said there is no place like home. I could not agree more. However, I have been wondering what home really is. I have made my home on 3 different continents through my life so far and I must say that there is something about going home, especially when you've been away from it for extended periods of time.

This is probably the longest I have stayed away from 'home'. I live on my own now with 2 rather inquisitive dogs and my computers. I have no televison, I have no family for miles, I have few people I know etc.

Home is indeed an interesting concept. I grew up in India and never ever felt that I could live without it. I moved over 10 years ago and while I do miss that first home of mine, I am content to carry on. I do make journeys back every so often and every day I realise I am more Indian that I was. That's what home does to you. While you are there, you tend to take it for granted; once you leave, you realise how much you miss it. I miss India. It gave me an identity that I can never run away from.

Vancouver has been home for most of the last 10 years. I am heading home, sitting on a aircraft over Nebraska and heading a couple of states over to Utah. I can't wait for the rain, the sushi, the dim-sum, the people, the greenary, the pesky sea gulls, the sounds of the B-line bus... I'll be there soon enough.

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