Home is Movement and Pins in a Hijab

Time to talk about home.

I don't really consider home to be a specific place. I mean, I can't be a citizen of where I'm from but I never really feel like I'm from America even though it's my passport country. And you know, even when you just move around, to the next country or county, home changes. I consider home to be more of a feeling. Of peace and comfort, a kind of peace and comfort that you can't get anywhere else.

So when I think of home I think of traveling, home to me is being at piece an on the move. Car rides, sitting in the back of a truck in the pouring rain, new scenery, flying in a plane, hotel rooms. That all feels like home to me. Especially when it's with people I love.

Actually If I had to put home in a place, the best I could do is that I'd probably place home in the middle east or at least culture-wise, the food, the dress, I always feel nostalgic when I see a woman wearing a hijab, and for a while I've been considering beginning to where one myself because I absolutely love them, they're beautiful and just comfortable to me. And their origins are more in practicality for the weather and climate rather than any religion.

I'm going to start taking Arabic this coming semester, I'm really excited for it. It's already starting to make me feel like I'm closer to home and I haven't even started it yet.

So yeah, I don't have much to say, that's the best I could say about home. Can't wait to read what you all have to say!

- Sarah