home is where the heart is. how true.. ive been contemplating where id call home over the past few days. for obvious reasons, it should be singapore and even i thought so but then i asked myself, am i really truly singaporean? i can speak like one, i understand the workings of one, i practically grew up among singaporeans, i went to school with them, hung out with them, etc etc but despite all this im not quintessentially singaporean. ive been brought up in too many other cultures to be typically singaporean be it my lifestyle or my mindset. i cant place exactly what aspects of my personality and lifestyle ive acquired from where but as an exampple im way toooo relack to be singaporean cos i picked up a laidback almost lackadaisical go-with-the-flow mentality from new zealand (it has served me well though undoubtedly)
so that led me to thinking how a third culture kid like myself could define home. is it where i feel like i amongst like-minded people in a society that places emphasis on similar values as mine? is it where ive spent the most time? is it where i am happiest? is it where ive learnt the most about my life? if all that is true, isnt home where the heart is? i carry home with me wherever i go. i feel most comfortable with what im doing when i listen to what my heart and tells me to do. im happiest, and even morally most righteous hur hur, when i listen to my heart. home has got to be where the heart is.
Labels: Reflection