TGIHome Or: Becoming nomad

I'm so glad to be back home, meaning back in my appartment, back in Munich. Regardless of the fact that I am happy to have survived yet another holiday season (my New Year's resolution - if you'd like to call it that way - is to spend Christmas and New Year's in some deserted island next year), I'm just glad to be back here, and stunned at the same time; stunned by the fact that this already feels like home at all, and even more so by the fact it already feels so much like home. Surprised when looking back just a few months, and how uprooted I felt when I moved here. I guess it's not about places and cities (although that is important too), but about getting back to a somewhat familiar routine (in the positive sense); and about people, of course. Not only do I feel at home here, but I feel, strangely enough, more like myself, more like "this is my life, and my life is here". I feel like I've literally lost any connection or warm feelings towards my home country as a place where I belong to or could ever imagine living. I know I've had times (and witnessed them here in my blog too) when I suffered from this kind of nomadic life; times when I felt disoriented and not really very positive about having no home or home country (in the broadest sense). Right now, I just realize how much I love all of this; how much I love moving away; how much I love going back to Austria with the secure feeling of: this is just a visit. I am not meant to stay here for long. Home is some place else.