Since I started university, I have been constantly traveling between cities. During this process, the question I kept asking myself was, “Am I at home?” Over time, as I began to adopt a place, soon I would find myself somewhere else. Where am I? Over time, I realized that I am actually nowhere and belong nowhere. When I began to think more clearly on the roads, I noticed that I am always on the road. I can never reach anywhere. I can discover the inner me on the roads. I saw that the excitement of reaching a place is no different from being separated from that place. What my long journeys (17-hour bus rides) taught me is that the thing I call home is actually just a suitcase.

As Barbara Cassin mentioned in her book Nostalgia, When is a Person at Home?, “Tak- ing root and rootlessness, belonging and placelessness, getting lost in the global lan- guage and living in one’s own language.”