The places we left behind

On my way to campus today, I was thinking about Thailand. And how I thought for many years that I had to cut myself off, leave it behind. I'm so glad I learned I didn't have to do that. I'm currently reading an application essay written by a fellow (dear) TCK friend from college. She talks at length, with passion, about the land where she grew up, and I wanted to cry. I recognize that passion. I think it probably shows in my own work. (At least I hope so.) We can never leave our homes behind. These intricate interconnections that can't always be explained but still drive us. We are multiplicities.