I realized on my last trip back to Seattle, that I’m not really homesick for being there anymore. But I’m kind of homesick everywhere, always missing a place I’m not. So I’ve stopped traveling for awhile, and maybe that will make me feel better. This song captures it.
I’ll lose some sales and my boss won’t be happy,
but I can’t stop listening to the sound
of two soft voices
blended in perfection
from the reels of this record that I’ve found.
Every day there’s a boy in the mirror asking me…
What are you doing here?
Finding all my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear.
I’ve traveled far and I’ve burned all the bridges
I believed as soon as I hit land
all the other options held before me,
would wither in the light of my plan.
So I’ll lose some sales and my boss won’t be happy,
but there’s only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter,
on a chance that on a tape I’d find…
a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for.
Homesick.
Because I no longer know where home is.
Danielle, you just became a citizen of the world. A citizen of the world is when you lived in more than one place, and enjoyed both of them. No matter what you’ll never find any place to be the “perfect” place anymore. There always will be something missing, here and there and everywhere. It’s as joyful a moment as it’s sad. It makes you happy, but you always miss “home” on your heart. Except there is no “home” anymore, or “home” is everywhere.
Marcelo I think that captures it perfectly
Wow Marcelo – you literally took the words out of my mouth.Â
The great advantage of being a citizen of the world is that mentally you can always have the approach of a traveller – live fearlessly, seeking opportunity relentlessly, taking full advantage of your surroundings.Being that I’m a glass half full kind of person….let me try to put a new spin on this realization for you 🙂 Â
Moving throughout the years has shown me that the second a place becomes “home”, I am less open to venturing out and trying new places, going out to make new friends, and living on the edge of comfort. I settle into daily rhythms that, although comforting, close my world to serendipity and new experiences. Being a nomad can be magical – you are now in a state of complete openness, one that is likely to create a broader and richer set of experiences than if you had stayed in one place forever.
Catching up on weeks of RSS and just found this. I completely agree. Now I’ve lived in a combination of Seattle, Spain, and London for my “adult” life – completely understand how you feel. I think Marcelo put it best, but it’s tough feeling torn over where “home” is. I’m struggling with the same thing myself. Always missing places I’ve been and not knowing exactly where “home” is..