I have been home about five months in last twenty-four. The other nineteen, I have been at home.
It has been two years today since I officially left the (only) place I called home.
I have remained happily confused about the concept of home. I realised, as I wrote this, that it has been a while since I filed anything under the ‘Home’ or the ‘Roots’ category. Perhaps it is a sign of settling down. Perhaps not. When I had just left home, I filed quite a few posts under those categories.
It has been a glorious two years, and apart from the obvious craving to get into my car and drive off to heavenly Konkan, it has been a very fulfilling and an enriching two years. I had never thought about it, but to call two places home, is a privilege. (and more so, when they are two of your three favourite places in the world)
This is the longest I have been at home, away from home.