Words from the dusty road

Part 1 of the Morocco miniseries: Words from the dusty road

What is in Canada?”

“Hadar’s simple words echoed in my mind as I stepped through the arrival’s door. The reality of that question made even more apparent by the absence of friends and relatives that rushes to hug me. Perhaps Hadar, currently living the nomadic life, understands that feeling more intensely than anyone else I’ve met in my life. Triple citizenship by the age of 12 with a dozen different addresses in my address book marked “Home”. It really gets to you when you realize that you don’t really need to return “Home”, that there’s nothing really tying you to it” 
Excerpts from the travel journal, Day 20.

I should stop feeling melancholy and call up my friends. After another nap of course.

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