Growing up in China, I always believed that home was where my parents were. As I grew older, I realized that I didn't feel like myself in the place where I was raised. So, I made the decision to leave and moved to the United States, a country that I thought was the opposite of the society I grew up in.
Upon arriving in the U.S., I moved from coast to coast and eventually fell in love with a lovely gentleman in California. We started our little family and moved to the suburbs. With one dog, two kids, and two cats, I thought I had it all. I believed that 'home is where your loved ones are.'
However, despite having what seemed like the perfect life, I still felt that something was missing. I began to enjoy more alone time in the city and took solo trips overseas. It was during these moments that I started to feel a sense of belonging that I hadn't experienced before.
In a tiny bar filled with strangers in Tokyo, I felt more at home than I did in my own living room. This realization led me to question the traditional notion of home and consider that perhaps my true home is on the road, preferably alone.
This journey has been a profound exploration of what 'home' truly means to me. It's not just about being with loved ones or having a stable life. It's about finding a place where I feel completely at ease and true to myself.
Thank you for listening to my story. It's been a journey of discovering new dimensions of what 'home' means, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to share it.
