When homeland becomes land

I left Venezuela almost 14 years ago. I moved to Spain and I was very, very happy. Back then Venezuela was my homeland.

Then I moved to England. Mmh. My home was still Venezuela but I realized I had partly assumed some of the Spanish culture. My parents are Spanish, so there is also my upbringing taking part on this.

Then I married and Englishman, and together we moved to France, where I became a mother of two. Mmhh. Venezuela was where I was born, but I no longer felt Venezuelan. I felt partly Spanish and partly British.

Then I made many Spanish friends. I no longer felt partly Spanish.

Then we moved back to England. I no longer felt partly British.
Venezuela is no longer my homeland; it is just land, like any other country in the world.

I am culturally homeless. I am displaced.

Not sure I like it.

they say home is where the heart is.

I am Egyptian, so says my passport. My parents are Egyptian, but they moved to Kuwait, where I was born, and lived for my entire life. I travel to Egypt every Summer, for my family is there, but I stick out as being an "expat", I had a charming conversation once with the dean of my faculty back in uni where he told me, point blank, you are not from around here are you?

I do not know Egypt, and in Kuwait I find myself growing steadily displeased with the life around me. Do not let the title of "Kuwait Animator" fool you, if it were up to me, I wish to be anywhere else in the world; Canada, USA, EU. Wherever.

I believe our identity lies in our mind, and it is influenced not just by the people around us, but by everything we come in contact with; be it the media, travel, new experiences, friends etc.

We are all children of the world now