sundaymorningstaple wrote: Funny, but I never missed home and at one point I spent from 1984 to 1995 without stepping foot in my home country. Only in the past 5 years or so have I been starting to feel "homesick" but on the occasions I've been back, I'm no longer "at home" when I'm there either.
I think the article must describe the personal experience of someone whose background is very different to my own. I wonder where she is from? Maybe for them home and normal is that they, their parents, their schoolfriends, relatives barely ever move house (quite typically suburban American IME).
For me I moved house the length of the country the first time at a week old and never really stopped, and have zero geographic connection to anywhere in England through any family. Do I have sleepless nights over this... phh no. Did I become an expat to 'escape' who I was... phhh no, I did it to make money (I also note the writer suggests all expats have chosen to move abroad, which of course is not the case, and perhaps a result of her me-oriented thinking).
Right now we're in Europe and my SGn wife has been to London maybe 4 times these past 2 odd years. I have gone with her once (and that was to visit my parents). I really have no great desire to go.
I know nobody I went to school with, they now live at all four corners. I know nobody from the hard-core that I started my career with, they came from the four-corners and have now all returned. I know one person I went to uni with (I have no pressing desire to re-friend the others). None of my (English) family now live anywhere that means anything to me or my upbringing. So, where is this supposed home the writer suggests all expats ultimately pine for? It isn't.
p.s. Quite by coincidence not two hours ago I received a package. It is the DVD discs that I'd fiiiiiiinally ordered made off my home video tapes dating back as far as 20 years. These include tapes made on my first postings in Tokyo and SG plus lots of other wanderings, and I've watched none of these for 15 years, so something of a time capsule. I have to admit that I'm rather trepidatious about seeing how much I have changed in these intervening years...