I am a Transplanted Tree
I do not know what “coming home” means anymore. I step off the airplane, that wormhole between one world and another, and suddenly I am in a space where I haven’t been in 4 years. It feels uncomfortable and strange. I no longer have my kitchen, my bedroom, my garden and my house, but I am a guest in someone else’s space. I can’t do the things I am usually doing at this new time; I will be on a completely different schedule. I will be seeing completely different people, I will be eating completely different food. Everyone talks to me about how wonderful it must feel to be home, but I am not home, I am in limbo. I don’t know what’s going on in the lives of my friends and family anymore, and I am trying to absorb the changes in my home country that have taken place while I have been away. Things do change; culture and society are not static. When I come home there are big and small changes in everything. I find watching the news on t.v. every evening strange, and as I watch it I feel