Making homes out of people
If youāre reading this and havenāt been living under a rock, you likely know I moved to Guatemala about 4 months ago from my beloved New York. if youāve ever moved, you also know how challenging it can be and the nuances of getting used to a new reality of āhomeā. For some of you, moving is probably very easy and part of your annual-routine or even if it isnāt, the concept of āhomeā is something you carry with you. However, for some of us, we make homes out of people.
If it wasnāt clear already, Iām part of the āsome-of-us-ā club and after getting too used to moving from country to country as a child, I started finding homes in people and experiences. In retrospect, I clearly didnāt get the people-also-leave memo (not in a morbid way but in a āthatās lifeā kinda way) and oftentimes take your piece of home with them.
Needless to say moving to Guatemala has been an experience; Iāve even made some friends since the last time I shared a life-update with you all and had more solo time, cried a lot more, cooked a lot more, learned A LOT more Spanish and I even gained a few pounds (this is not a good thing but hey! this is not only about my highlight reel).
You know what though? I still didnāt think It felt like home here. After all, the people who have all my pieces of home are scattered around the world living their best lives successfully.
Donāt get me wrong, I did all the cliche-Meher things to make this feel like home. I got some candles, put the oils in my humidifier, moved furniture around and hung up some artwork in my already very-furnished Airbnb. There was even that one time I was stranded in a random town in Guatemala and got my period, no tampons/pads in sight and yelled in my head āI JUST WANT TO GO HOME!ā (I guess āhomeā is all about perspective?). I looked under pillows, inside closest and outside the window....still, nothing. Still no home feeling! Eventually, I got busy with work, grocery shopping, my go-to manicure place, the cafe guy who knew my order and so, I stopped looking for it.
Fast forward to today, as I sit with a few new friends in Antigua at this really cute cafe that would 100% make the list of āmost Instagrammable placesā in New York and it just hits me.
āHold up...I have a few weeks left in this city. Who knows where Iāll be End of March?!ā
Fast forward a few more weeks, as I co-host my 2nd Soul Spot in Guatemala, sitting in a room full of new friends, strangers and friends who feel like family now, I welcome that feeling back in. The bittersweetness of leaving a place that so quickly (and surprisingly) became home, leaving people that gave me perspective, effort, and endless warmth and hopefully taking the version of āmeā that can now go for long walks alone, dinners alone, adventures alone and maybe someday even a movie or concert.
I donāt think there was an āAha!ā moment for when Guatemala started embodying the stability and comfort of home but here we are and here I go again! Iām not sure when the barista at the cafe across my apartment became āthe cafe guy who knows my orderā or the nail spa near my apartment became āmy-go-to nail placeā but surely and slowly, all the little things contributed to a wholesome home away from home away from home. While I miss all my homes scattered all around the world (yaāll know who you are), this time around I would like to think Iām packing up all the little homey-pieces of Guatemala with me on the next adventure. Perspective truly is EVERYTHING.
Just in case you were wondering, Guat really IS Extra ā Iāve met some of the most welcoming people and lived some of the most exciting adventures here; I urge everyone to make a trip out here sometime.
Iām not sure how the next chapter is going to unfold or the surprises life plans to throw at me but if every surprise life-adventure is filled with as much joy, hurt, laughter, happiness, courage, and perspective as Guatemala... āmy heart is in a constant state of thanksgivingā (Bahaāi Writings).
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