Going home?

Right now, I am at the airport, going home! Going to a place I have never actually been to, and won’t be for very long, but still, I am going home. I have talked previously about the term “home”, and how for TCK’s, it often has a different meaning then for others. For me, home is where my family is, where my “things” are, the place I go to feel at home. I must say though, this situation is a first. In the past, I have moved places together with my family, so then; we were going to our “new home”. This was because none of us lived there yet, our "things" were not there yet, and our house had not been lived in yet. Now, I am going somewhere where there is a room with my bed, my books, my “things”. Where, we I walk around, there are the things that make a house a home. Pictures of us, tokens from our travels, our furniture. Somewhere that my family has lived for a bit, and so they call it their home. To put it in a very cheesy way; their home is my home.

Yes, it will be different this time. I am only staying for a little while since I have to go back to university. I am not going to school there, not looking for a job there, I am not completely settling myself there. I am going there to explore this new place which I call “home”, to see what it is like. To understand it’s culture, it’s people, it’s customs and norms. So that when someone asks me; “Where is home? What is it like?” I can answer with confidence.

I find it hard to explain, my strange view on what I call “home”. Maybe some people reading this will think it’s crazy that I am calling this destination my “home”, when I have not even been there yet, when I am not going to stay long. Hopefully I am not the only one who struggles with this, maybe fellow TCK’s can relate. What I do know for sure though is that right now, I am waiting to board a plane that will take me to my new home, and I'm excited!