Where is home? - My Quest in Search of Where I Belong

Where is home?

My Quest in Search of Where I Belong
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By Pete R.,
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What is the most depressing part about traveling? Sitting on an 8-hour flight back "home." Every time I had to go home, I felt depressed, so much so that I started to ponder and asked myself these questions: "Why is it depressing to go home?", "Is it really my home?", and "Where, then, is my home?".

When we travel, we place ourselves in a completely new environment. It forces us to learn, adapt, and grow. It is always exciting not knowing where that street over there might lead us, and because of that, we've changed. The problem is that when we return home, we can't help but notice that everything remains the same. It's as if we never left, and that bothers us. It bothers us to know exactly where that street will lead us.

In our minds, we are wired to be reminded that things are not supposed to change at home. Since we are young, every Christmas, we go back home and celebrate with the same people, follow the same traditions, and do the same things every year. It is what we have come to expect from the word "home".

It is also a symbol of stagnant and inert.

No matter how long you have been away, the city will still look the same. The people will still talk about the same crap over and over again, and your life will still be waiting for you at home, ready to go on autopilot.

That is what Bangkok reminds me of, and I don't like it. I don't learn anything new when I'm there. I don't meet interesting people when I'm there. I can't talk about random topics like space, astronomy, Isaac Asimov, or share my fondness for design and indie music when I'm there. And that is where the depression comes from, the realization that there is more to this world than "home." That is why I have to ask myself, "Where is home?"

A person looking at the cityscape in Bangkok

Don't get me wrong. I like Bangkok.. it's just not the place I want to live forever.

In my quest to find where I belong, I decided to travel around Europe for 3 months while living with as many locals as possible. I have experienced many ways of living, many kinds of passionate people, and many cultures to which I can relate. It is within this process of searching that made me become a traveler. I might not find my "home" anytime soon, but that does not matter. I believe I have the right to know which city fits my personality most, and that is what I would gladly spend my whole life doing.

This is why we need to travel, in search of our home... our real home. It is not the question of where you are born or where your parents live, but it is the question of where you think you belong, and traveling is the only way to discover your home. How would you know where you belong if you have never experienced anything but what has been shoved in your face by society at home?

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Deborah Ostmo

I have spread my life over 3 european countries and since a year I have been travelling extensivlly knowing I dont have to choose I will grow and take things from everywhere I go and it becomes a part of me- rather then me becoming part of the city or country.


Pete Rojwongsuriya's profile picutre

Thank you for the comment Deborah. Totally agree. I may not have find my home yet but I sure left my heart in many of the places I looked for home :)


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Mike Dekker

I love this post Pete, spot on.


Pete Rojwongsuriya's profile picutre

Thank you for the comment!


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