Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) - Lunar Vacation
Where is home for you?
It’s a complicated question for me and has been for a while. I’ve been somewhat involuntarily nomadic since my US visa application was denied in October. There is a moment of hesitation when a form or customs agent asks which country I live in. I answer “Canada”, partly because my country of citizenship isn’t allowed to get bureaucratically huffy about me living there, partly because Canada remains the default place for me to live, all other things being equal.
They are not equal, so I am preparing to repeat the (please let it not be annual) cycle of moving back to California in January after some time away. I don’t know where I will live next December! It’s probably North America, and it’s probably the SF Bay Area or Toronto or (less likely, but I’m curious about the city) Montreal, but I really don’t know?
At least home for Christmas is uncomplicated; I’ve always been in Southern Ontario in late December, and it reassures me to have that anchor point in my future. Things are uncertain, both personally and in the world at large, but it seems almost guaranteed that I will be discussing Christmas music with my dad and staying up too late crafting at my mum’s and riding GO trains with my brother around this time next year, too. What will your life be like, then? Where will home be?
Wistfully,
- Tessa