Home…it means different things to different people. For some it may be their current place of stay, or a destination they have felt so drawn to that they would love to call it home. For some its where their family is and for me that is exactly what I think of when I think of home. Except my home is in a different continent – in Africa.
I grew up in Kenya, in Mombasa until I was 16 and then in Nairobi, where my parents still live. For me, when I miss home, or talk about going home it is always to Kenya. I love London but for me home is most definitely Kenya. I do get the off confused look when I tell people I am from Kenya or my home is in Kenya as I look (heritage is) Indian.
It is because my ancestors set up home in Kenya many generations ago so for me home is Kenya and not India. I have only been to India a handful of times and even though the traditions and culture is familiar, it doesn’t feel like home as I have never lived there and cannot relate to it as our way of life is completely different.
After I got married 6 years ago, home became 2 homes. My parent’s home and my in laws home. Trips back home are always split equally (as fairly as we can make it) between the two. What is special is that they both live in different parts of Kenya (my in laws live in Mombasa) so our ritual has now been to spend our time between the two.
First my parents home. Located in Muthaiga, in Nairobi Kenya right opposite and next to a golf course, the house is pictured below and is where I have lived in since I was 16.
Have you visited anywhere and it’s sparked off such a strong feeling in you that considered moving there? Are you an expat, when and why did your new city start to feel like home? Have you ever moved somewhere completely new on a whim? What makes somewhere feel like home? People, places, food?
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