Admiring the View
Back home, I used to wonder every now and then, “What am I doing with myself?” In a sense, I was (and am) just checking in, making sure things are “on track”. All in all, quite normal behavior for anyone keen on self-reflexion and open to readjustments.
In Brazil, I find myself asking this question every few days. It’s not so much a reflexion on Brazil as it is on living outside one’s country and, well, I think it’s a generational thing, too. It’s very evident that I’m elsewhere because everything is just different thus I’m reminded, whenever I do anything, that this isn’t home. Of course, this calls to mind phrases like, “home is where the heart is” or “home is where you make it,” but it’s hard not to believe something seemingly…simpler, that “home is what you grew up with.”
