Where is home? It’s a big topic to discuss on IG. I am back to my birthplace, Taiwan 🇹🇼, again (and suffered terrible jetlag for the whole week) but I don’t say I am back home. I have been contemplating the meaning of ‘home’ for years now. Is it what passport(s) I am holding? Where my parents are from? According to Pico Iyer’s TED talk, some people have one place they associate with their parents as home, another with their partners, a third with the place they happen to be now, and a fourth with the place they dream of being.
If it’s where my parents are from, home is 🇹🇼. If it’s where I become who I am today, my home is Australia 🇦🇺. If it’s where I pay tax, have social benefits, see my dentist, and know how everything works, then it’s 🇦🇺. If it’s about what passport(s) I am holding, well, I have two 🇦🇺🇹🇼. So I guess my heart should be divided into half. Maybe that’s why I am not patriotic at all. Soon I will have a third option, Switzerland 🇨🇭, where I will be based for a while with my partner. Maybe I don’t even call it ‘home’. I call it a ‘base’.
Actually I feel perfectly ok to be home-less. I’ve spent most of my life taking pieces of many different places and embracing the most of every experience. For me, home is really less to do with a piece of soil than a piece of soul. It is something I carry with me inside wherever I go.
Sharing today’s progress on #centresplit
as part of #Splits12
yoga challenge. Wow long way to go for this. Thanks for the beautiful hosts and this yoga challenge so I get to try different splits.
💖Hosts (posting order)
#practiceandalliscoming #practicemakesprogress #practiceyogachangeyourworld #onebreathatatime