Home- The Only Constant

I come home twice a year for about 20 days each time, sometimes less. Each time I come home, I feel as though I am a different person. But home feels just the same. Perhaps with the exception of my little sister’s height, it seems like nothing has changed. Dad is just the same. So is Mom. The city is just the same. The dirt on the roads. The incessant traffic. The loud, completely superfluous honking. Even the cobbler who used to repair my shoes, looks just the same, sits at the same spot, with the same proud smile on his face.

But within the six months or so that have passed since my last visit, so much has changed within me and in my life. I have learnt so much more about the world and about life. I have accomplished so much more, and failed so much more. I have gained new perspectives, new friends, and new habits. In this ever-changing phase of my life, my home is the only constant. It keeps me grounded. And grateful for the opportunities I have. It also serves as a reminder of where I am from and who I was, reminding me once again that with a firm resolve and hard work, great things do happen, dreams do come true, and life can be so much bigger than what you had imagined.

 *Originally published on my facebook page on August 20th, 2017