My brother once asked me at the airport "departure gate" on the way when I went back to the U.S., "Hey brother, Do you consider now you are leaving home or going home?" After 2 seconds (probably more than that) of silent, I said firmly, "I am going home." Although I had lived in Hong Kong for the first 26 years of my life. I was 34 and I assumed U.S. was my home.
This is the 4th year since I moved from New York to Japan, which I call home now. Sometimes, I feel homesick and I got lost because I want to go home, but I don't know where is it anymore. I think people always say, "There is no place like home." but only you know where is your home.
Welcome home!
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