Christmas break has brought some much needed rest. After flying to California for a week before Christmas, I returned home to Ireland on the 22nd just in time for my first Irish Christmas. I think one of the craziest things about going “home” was that it made me really realise where home really is for me now. Last year when I went back California was definitely still home, I had a life there and everything even though I had been traveling for 8 months. Although it was home it had started to change. As much as I love my friends and family, it wasn’t the same. I could already feel my path shifting away from a life in California. It is a really hard feeling to explain as I think it is something you would only understand if you experience it.
This time when I went home, it no longer felt like it. I still had my friends and family, but I didn’t belong there, another place has spoken for my soul. It was nice going home though because it made things that much clearer, made me realise that the bonds of childhood are broken, and that my path is now fully and completely in my own hands. I get to choose what life I live and where I live it, not the place and the culture in which I grew up. Its not that I don’t like those things, but for me it just doesn’t fit. I belong here, in Ireland. This is my home now and what a perfect way to celebrate it, my first Irish Christmas.
Californian living in the UK. Erica is currently pursuing her PhD in Historical Geography at the University of Sussex. She is a writer and a researcher, a dirtbag and an explorer. Heart of the Nomad is her creative space to contemplate the complexities of life and share pictures and videos from adventures.