Defining Home

That question that always comes up: where is your home (your "dihei" in Swiss German). I always have to pause to answer. How much information will I be giving to the person asking the question? How much time do we have, and how much will the person comprehend? Should I keep it short and simple and say Zurich, or should I go into the details... (another option when seeing a person more than once is slowly releasing the bombs of weirdness😂)

One could say Sao Paulo is my home since that's where I spent two-thirds of my lifetime, and that's where my parents are also still located.

Others would argue that Zurich is probably more like it since the past one-third I've spent more time in Zurich than anywhere else, building a new life here. Some like sometimes to point out that I'm more Swiss than Brazilian 🤨 (I prefer to say I'm the sweet spot between both 😏)

The truth is, this past year, I've been on a quest to redefine the word home for me and find the meaning of those songs and poems that claim that home is where your heart is.

Home for me is no longer a fixed house or an apartment, nor is it a city or a country. Home is simply where I am in the here and now. Independent where that is. Home is my body; home is that feeling safe wherever and with whomever.

I now slowly start understanding what those words mean - home is indeed where your heart is; the beauty of it is, you can take it with you wherever you choose to go. It is inside you at all times🙆‍♀️

(📸 back when everything was still white @jungfrauregion )