Where Is Home, Really?

I’ve been thinking about something simple lately.

How do you know where “home” is?

I’ve realized that for me, it comes down to the feeling I get when I land at that place.

There was a time when I was obsessed with moving to Miami. This was back when I was living in Texas but I really didn’t want to be there.

Shortly after, the pandemic hit and I got the chance to work remotely. This is what allowed me to finally make the move to Miami.

And for a while, Miami was home.

Every time I left, I missed it.

I wanted to go back.

But after a few years, I didn’t feel that way anymore.

Nothing dramatic happened. The feeling just slowly faded. And once it was gone, I knew it was time to move on.

Nowadays, I consider Medellín home.

I’ve been here for a few years while also traveling to different places every now and then.

I’ve been to many wonderful places like Croatia, Milan, Paris, Marbella, etc. Places that a lot of people would consider superior to Medellín.

And I get why they think that.

Certain places objectively offer more opportunities, better networks and different environments that can push you to grow.

But when I land in Medellin I get the feeling I’m home.

And that matters more to me than how I’m perceived by living here or someone else’s idea of what my life should look like.

At the end of the day, it’s all about how I want to live my life, and you should be asking yourself that same question.

Maybe that feeling changes again someday.

But for now, I don’t feel that way about anywhere else.