Miss your home, your land? I do. I often dream of being able to pack up and move, take my home and set up my nest back in the hills of Himalayas.
I didn’t grow up there but still have a strong umbilical tie to my native. A place one grows up in or has ancestral ties to – anything can be that home, that land, the one with which we relate, we feel belonged, we long to keep going back to.
As often we don’t miss something until we don’t have it anymore. This longing is when you are removed or away for reasons – one or many. Some move for making a living, others for better growth opportunities. Some move for peace and prosperity, others for the glamour of the unknown.
Wherever you go, take a piece of your roots alongside – the food, the music, the language, the rituals, the outfits – after all these elements make up your culture. Merging the old with the new, preserving what’s relevant and adopting to what’s more suited. This way the grass would continue to look green if you keep watering it, my friend.
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