I chose the word HOME.
Home is where my mom is
That is my current mantra.
My life is a very convoluted amalgamation of cultures.
it is terrifying at times because really I do not know where I belong.
I cannot fit in, denotatively and connotatively ( as I am a humongous woman).
Let me start with my parents:
My father is Swiss, my mother is a Filipina.
I was born in Libya because that is where they got married.
I was shuffled back and forth from Germany and other places then
as my father was an engineer and we as a family had to follow him.
Finally, they decided I had to go to school somewhere more permanent.
My mother and I rooted ourselves in the Philippines where I stood out
like an orange growing from a banana tree.
I am well-versed in the Filipino language though, as it is my primary language.
I have difficulties in communicating in English as I tend to stutter in enunciating
and getting all the words out of my mind. So I prefer written “English”.
My mom had to work abroad as well to support me through college.
I now work in Saudi Arabia and go for vacations to the UK since my mother
is now based there and I do not have a permanent base.
That is why I am lost, I do not know where belong.
There are blanks in my life, not necessarily memories but it just
feels like chunks of me are not where they are supposed to be.
I am pouring it all out here in my blog to provide an avenue for
self-observation and preservation.
This blog would be my virtual home.
Kika 