One Apple A Day #107
I’m back to my daily apple. I filled the gap from the last apple, the #106, with a fantastic holiday in Greece. To be honest, my original plan was to keep writing while I was away. My intention was to produce a holiday version of my daily writing apples. I did it for three days. The ones we spent in Athens. The quality of my writing was so low that I thought better of it.
For ten days I put on hold all my rituals and morning habits. Yes, I woke up very early twice but it was because I wanted to see the dawn and swim at the sunrise.
Today is my first day back home so, here I am. I’ve been thinking all morning, asking myself what does it mean to be back home, for me. I left this part of Italy five years ago. While in London we moved from one flat to another every year. Then we lived in Kuwait for one year, and in the meanwhile, I’ve been travelling around with more frequency than ever. So, where is my home now? Where do I belong? My home it’s not this flat for sure, I’ve been living here only for a few weeks, and I’ll leave at the end of the summer. It’s not my family’s house, I’ve been away for almost two decades. And where do I belong? I feel a deep connection with my roots, the countryside where I grow up, and the river that I sense is flowing in my blood. But I’m not sure I belong to that. A small thought is growing in my mind. A scary one, still shapeless and blurred but I won’t be able to ignore it for long. Maybe I don’t belong to a particular place but the whole world. I don’t have a home to go back to, but I create one to move towards every day.
I am not back. I am just here, and I am different from the one who left. I am moving forward, always.