Where is Home?

By Karen Fawcett

Karen FawcettWhen I ask the question Where is home, I’m not referring to where you were born. Or where you grew up or even graduated from high school. And, yes, home is where the heart is—or, as Robert Frost taught us—“home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” But so much more comes into play and the equation.

Perhaps people who have always lived in the same place have an advantage over others who’ve taken to the road. Sure, there are bound to be changes, but they tend to be subtler—or perhaps, more gradual than they are after you’ve been absent and haven’t been privy the (for better or worse) changes.

They may move away—to college, on a business assignment and even for romance or a job. But you know it’s transient and you’ll return. You may even venture beyond your comfort zone. But it’s always in the back of your mind that it’s not a question if you’ll return home, but when. Whether or not you do, is something else. But the thought gives you solace, doesn’t it?

Others, often referred to as “hired guns” by headhunters, go where the job is, do it and keep on going to the next assignment. People who’ve opted to join the military move frequently, and packing is a way of life. Their friends tend to be ones they encounter on different assignments. Ditto for those who sign up for the Foreign Service. But, when queried, the majority of them will have a precise place in their minds about where they’re going to retire.

But then there’s the real expat. I keep wondering whether or not there’s an invisible line that, once crossed, there’s no going back cannot be crossed again, except for serious family reasons such as taking care of elderly parents. And once that’s done, they return “home.”

At dinner the other night, this was a big topic of conversation. One woman moved to Paris because she loved France. Twenty-five years later she’s still here and working as the Director of Communications at an internet company. She ultimately married and divorced a French man. Deborah now has a 14-year-old daughter, who’d left the previous day to visit her grandparents in Southern California. We all agreed the weather in that part of the world is a whole lot more seductive than Paris. Why doesn’t she move “home”?

After considerable discussion, she said she welcomes going back once a year, enjoys seeing family and falling into the sand and surf groove. But when it comes to living and life, she’s become Parisian. Her daughter has too because after ten days of going to the beach and hanging out with contemporaries, even she is bored—and it’s not because her English isn’t fluent. She has grown up with a different frame of reference.

Deborah elaborated that when she goes to California, she says she’s going home because that’s where her family lives. But even they put it into perspective, when they assured her she should stay in France because that’s where she belongs and it’s her home.

Another woman said she really hasn’t lived in the U.S. since she was in her early 20s. Even though she returns frequently for work, she no longer really understands the culture. Neither woman could envision herself moving back permanently although both agreed the Paris expat community plays major roles in their lives.

Jim Haynes, who’s known for his Sunday night dinners that attract people from all over the world, rarely leaves Paris unless it’s to attend the Edinburgh Festival or other book and arts festivals in the E.U. He doesn’t make frequent pilgrimages to Louisiana where he was born. Jim doesn’t want for friends or meeting new people since they gravitate to his place.

If you attend one of his soirées, it’s not unusual to encounter lots of tourists who are passing through Paris, plus those who’ve chosen to live places other than their home country, many of whom have opted for Paris.

The reality is that no one ever totally becomes the nationality of the country they adopt even if their language fluency is 100% perfect and they’re totally assimilated into the culture. People still maintain their native identity despite any outward adaptations they may have made.

No matter how long you live in a place, there's nothing like talking "shorthand" with someone who understands your language, the nuances and how to say something so fast that there’s zero need for a translator. It's essentially subliminal and what the hell. Jane and I just had a drink and it was akin to bingo. She and Olivier are in the process of moving their chicer than incredible cooking school to three-story digs overlooking the Seine. Both of them are excited but there’s nothing like a construction project to make anyone nervous.

After our glass of wine, I realized my construction terminology is now in French rather than English. The last three properties I’ve renovated have been in France. Don’t get me wrong; I have no illusions of being French. It’s simply my frame of reference has changed—and how. It’s symptomatic of where my head is … for better or worse and if I need a plumber.

After polling some expats, the best answer I received about how to define what is home came down to one word: “homesick.” Tirumalai said, “When I first left my native country, I'd get homesick in my adoptive country after visiting my native country. After living here for several years, I found the situation reversed. I became homesick for my adoptive country while visiting my native country. That was the defining moment for me.”

No matter where I go, I find France is always part of my psyche and how I view situations. It’s not that I can’t be comfortable in the U.S. I can be and don’t feel completely out of place. On the other hand, I’m not completely comfortable anywhere and don’t expect to ever be 100% integrated. I like to rationalize it’s because my mind is always being challenged which I think is positive. But, not everyone agrees, and I’ve even been criticized for being too much of a travel junkie.

I’m saying it’s not the easiest life, but it’s the life I have chosen. If you have similar feelings, how do you manage? Let us know at Bonjour Paris.

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Karen@BonjourParis.com

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  • Can one have a cyber home Thank you for this topic Karen, which has so many facets......where is home??? I lived in Paris for a year on and off in th e mid 70's it was on the rue Censier right near the Moufftad I always dreamed that I would retire and live in two places, quite modestly but it would be like that.......well it wasn't like that.....just as I got ready to think about this more seriously, we have illness in the family and all my retirement is gone through a well known Ponzi scheme....affecting our whole family.....not to say I won't be there again for long stretches as I have been over the years....but I have to l;ive very very modestly now.....my solution has been this wonderful website that you have developed and webcams of Paris that I have bookmarked,,,,so anytime things get trying for me here.....I "go to Paris"...watch the dawn and sunset over my favorite city, the moon over the Eiffel tower and people coming out of the metro station......it's the best I can do for now, but I'll be back.......

    A bien tot

    Anita
  • Susan D

    Parisian Lover
    Where is Home? How very perceptive of you.
    When I lived in Paris, I missed the States enormously, but once I was back here, I began to realize how much of me would remain forever Parisian.
    I wish I could afford to go back and forth, because for me, there is a little bit of every place I've known intimately tucked away in my heart.
    I think for me it is not just where is home, but rather, where are my homes?
  • Nanyi

    Parisian Lover
    Where is home? Dear Karen,

    Your article resonates with me. I have led an expat's lifestyle --- Paris, France (as a boursiere of the French Gov't), Singapore, then-British Hong Kong, Nairobi, Kenya, New York and Toronto, Canada. The latter could be my 'home' although Paris --- the City of my Soul is where I am totally in my element. A true francophile, my E-mail nom de plume channels one of my favourite French historical figures, Ninon de L'Enclos ... and, yes, I love Paris (I'm humming the song in my head as I write this) in the springtime, in the fall --- and I've always said that I must've been born French dans une vie anterieure because I am under the spell of that beautiful country!

    Salut!

    Nanyi
  • GypsyTraveller

    Parisian Lover
    Great post! Been reflecting on the whole ‘home’ concept for over a year now, I have been mostly relocating with the seasons for 5 years. Some of the people I have left behind toss a bitter edge back at me for living as I do. (They almost got to me at one point) But then I realized I was settled into what I love, traveling and experience things. The feeling of being homesick is attached more like a fondness for many places. The many places I can always go back to whenever I feel the need!
  • Jo G.

    Parisian Lover
    Fellow Francophiles Bon Jour Karen..

    How are you today? I happened to read your article this morning about where home is to you, and my husband and I often talk about it. We agree that Europe is our home. We are in the military based in Heidelberg, Germany for now. This is our second tour here (been here in Germany now 7 1/2 years) but we have been here before and I lived around Frankfurt and Italy half my life. I was born in the island of the Philippines but grew up in California. My husband is from Wisconsin but, being in the military he has traveled extensively as well. But, I must say, that France is what feels like home to both of us. It feels great to be in Paris and Provence so we make it a point of going there as often as we can every year. Every time we drive into the city of Paris, my soul says "Welcome Home" and everything falls into place and every cell in my body feels at peace.

    I totally agree with you about what you said when returning to the States to visit... feeling homesick for France/Europe and sometimes, being here, we miss the "conveniences" of the States but, it passes after a day or two especially after eating a Pierre Herme macaron or having some tea at Laduree.

    Home is where your heart is.. totally. There are the "meantime" homes but knowing the course, the objective, the path to where you want to go and live and stay forever is, to me.. where Home is.. Ours is both Paris and Provence. So that is what we are working towards... living in France.

    My husband will retire soon from the military and will still do a tour in Washington, DC end of next year for a couple years then we plan to come back.. for sure.

    Anyway, You have been an inspiration... I hope one day to meet you and be able to chat about Paris. Thank you for this opportunity.
    Have a great day.

    Au Revoir,
    Jo
  • Ingrid

    Parisian Lover
    Where is Home? via Karen Fawcett I think there can many answers to this. Home can be what you love, where you love, who you love to be with, what you love to be doing, where you feel the most at peace, etc.

    IMO, although I feel home in my heart either in Paris, my favorite city in the world, or in Sweden, the country of my ancestry, my home is here with my husband and my sons, no matter what else. This is my home. HOWEVER, my real and eternal home is in heaven, with my God and Savior. But of course this is taking it to another level.
  • UrbanTravelGirl

    Parisian Lover
    Home is truly where the heart is.... Karen, merci beaucoup for such a thought-provoking post! This is a question I've often thought of, as I've lived abroad once (for several months in Florence, Italy), and know that I'll do it again. While I was born in Chicago, have moved back there many times after having lived in other American cities, I don't really think of it as HOME. I suppose I could call it that because it's where my beloved parents live... but if my sister and I are ever successful in getting them to relocate somewhere else, THAT will be home because it's where the people who love me most live.

    But in my HEART, HOME is somewhere in Europe -- and specifically, in the Mediterranean. It's where I, an African-American single woman, have always felt most comfortable and at peace. Perhaps I was Italian, French, Greek, Spanish or Portuguese in a past life. But when I think about where I'd most want to BE, or spend the rest of my life, it's THERE. Those places have always had an uncanny sense of "home" to me, and I think my soul will stay restless until I actually make my home there.

    Hopefully I'll get "home" sooner rather than later!

    UrbanTravelGirl

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