You know, I have been living out of my home country (Kazakhstan) for about 7 years, and most people ask me if I miss my home. Most of the time, I say, "Yes, I do! I miss my family, my friends, traditions and everything else there that is important to me!" Even so, I am comfortable being in new places. I adjust easily. Maybe it's because of my Kazakh nomad heritage. Lol. Every time I move to a new place, I feel that it is my new home. I asked myself today: "What does Home mean to me?"
Home is the place where I'm safe, where music tells me to dance, where nature captures me in her magic circle, where people make me feel happy and make me smile, where inspiration grows and spreads around me, and most important, where my love (husband) motivates me to live and create. I love and enjoy to discover new places, all of which I can call my home!