#Travel, Lifestyle

An Ode to Going Back Home

To all my fellow immigrants,

Who left a part of themselves back home,

I see you.

I know the feeling of leaving all the love that is back home and venturing into a foreign land that may or may not accept you.

I know the feeling of yearning,

Yearning for the familiarity that you grew up with.

Longing for the friendly neighbour who lived down the street from you,

The neighbour who would let you pick mangoes from their tree.

Missing the aunty (who was not really your aunty) who lives up the hill,

The aunty who knew all the details about your life and accepted you as their own.

Yearning for your grandmother’s food,

Food that nourished your soul in no other way anything could.

I know that sometimes, you ask yourself if going abroad was worth losing all that for a while.

I mean, we are always told that the grass is greener as soon as you board that plane,

But you learn that the grass has always been green at home.

The earth has always been rich,

Your ancestors’ energy has always been the strongest.

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It felt so good to be back home.

It felt like this is what my body has been telling me to do since I left.

To come back home.

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To all my fellow immigrants,

Take pieces of your home with you.

Pictures, jewelry, recipes, anything.

If you haven’t called your grandparents in a while, just know they miss you, and they love you. So call them.

And lastly,

Try visiting if you can. Go back and remind yourself that you have a place that will always accept you. A place that will always have love for you.

A place that you can always call home.

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Advice, Inspiration, Lifestyle

(Almost) Quarter Life Crisis

Sunday morning, fall sunlight, 90’s music in the background, wake and bake. What could be better than that right? However, as I sit here, in my new apartment right in the middle of one of the biggest cities in Canada, I can’t help but think “Is this is what adulting is like???”

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See the thing is, no one ever really tells you about the early twenties. All everyone ever talks about, is your prime years being 25-30, getting married and having kids in your thirties while hopefully having discovered your dream career and taking vacations every year to (Insert any tropical island here). So today my friends, we are going to talk about my official almost quarter life crisis.

Being in my early twenties, I feel like (I should be) an adult about 70% of the time, the other percent is represented by me trying to get away with childish tendencies.(Audience laughs). I mean, as much as I am trying not to grow up too fast, I also want to establish myself and create opportunities for myself in this world. In all ways that applies to. BUUT at the same time, I’d rather not deal with figuring out how to get my taxes done or colour co-ordinate my furniture. Sometimes I want to be, just be, without all the complications and responsibilities that come with adulting. For me, growing up has been about creating a home for myself, within myself. But how do you even begin to create something so intangible?

Trying to create a home away from home is all about creating a space that makes sense for you in whatever period of life you are in. Some people even create homes in other people. Being in my early twenties, I have had to think about what a home means to me, and who I am when I leave home. Do/Can I necessarily take it with me? If I plan on taking part in the nomad life for a while, will home be something I have to recreate at each destination? But if we go with the alternative, which is home being a place I can always get back to, then won’t I feel a sense of incompleteness if I’m not at home? I know, these are definitely the kinds of questions everyone should ask themselves on a Sunday morning.

A lot of the times, it’s easy for our minds to rush to the future for what life is going to be like at your “prime”/best years. To quote one of my favourite authors, Eckhart Tolle, “You can always cope with the present moment, but you cannot cope with something that is only a mind projection.” In this case, the mind projection being unnecessary worries about the timeline of life, which is clearly imposed by societal standards. Well, all I have to say is fuck society and its timelines and YES to taking each day as it comes.

At this very moment, on this Sunday morning, I am enjoying my cup of tea while basking in the morning sun. The feeling of home is closer than ever, and being in my early twenties has never felt so good.

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