The Definition of Home

Before I begin this week's rant I want to say a very big THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to everyone who read last week's post and/or commented on it. You guys sure know how to make a girl feel like J.K. Rowlings, I am blushing. OK on to this week's rant.

Home is a place where something normally or naturally lives or is located. Relating it more to the human race, home is the place where a person lives with or without family. If this is so, then why am I having difficulty in identifying home.

OK… let me give you a brief insight into my history that might help you understand my dilemma. So I am a proud Nigerian born and raised in the city of Lagos. Woop!! Woop!!! (Sorry I get excited a lot). 16 years into my journey on this earth I embarked on my first great adventure to a land beyond the sea, to learn from the scholars who had sipped from the fountain of knowledge. Translation I went off to university. (Did I mention that I can also be a tad bit dramatic).

Needless to say I was very different from the people in this new land. It became apparent to me that if I wanted to survive I was going to have to embrace this new culture. And so it began, I spent the next few years of my life observing, adapting, changing. Who said you cannot teach an old dog new tricks. And finally I was ready; I was a product of what I had put in. I was flying high, the queen of my new world, my new home. But Aha!!! What goes up must come down.

8 years into my journey I decided it was time to return to the land of my ancestors. It was with glee I arrived, waiting to feel the warm embrace of my country. But errrr that was so not the case, for starters I was not the same person I was 8 years ago. I talked different, I thought different, I responded different. It was safe to say I was different and it showed!!!

So it was back to the drawing board, I began again, I observed, I adapted, I changed. I was determined to show that I could be a product of two very different societies. Along the way I met some amazing people who helped me a lot, these people I will always hold close and never let go. And then I was finally ready a new improved version of myself flying high once again in my birth country, my old/new home.

But it seems my journeys to the land beyond the seas are not over because as I speak I have left my new/old home once again to a new country and so the process begins again. Now my question is where exactly is home. If I am to go by my definitions home should be Nigeria but then I naturally exist and function in the land of my first great journey. So much so my family refuses to pick me up from the airport, their excuse, I am more than capable of finding my way to my final destination. Which brings me to my next point; I also have a significant number of family members in the country as well. So is this my home.

Or is it this new land I now live in with my newly formed nuclear family (details of this will be given in the not too distant future. So WATCH THIS SPACE!!!). My dear readers what do you think. What is your definition of home and what would you consider your home?  I can't wait to read your comments maybe we can figure this out together.

That is it from me, I hope you all have a wonderful week and be sociable share this with somebody you know.

That's me out....