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Beautiful, touching, reflective post! Safe travels to you!

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May 1Liked by Priya Iyer

May all your homes bring peace and comfort.

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What a wonderful, touching essay. You are courageous and inspiring. I love the idea of finding home within. I may borrow that. Have a great trip to another location while you hold your true home within.

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This is a gorgeous post Priya! I feel like part of becoming a fully realized human being is becoming your own home. You are comfortable in any setting because you are at peace with who you are. The metaphor of a home inside of a home like a Russian Matryoshka doll that you echo with that different people inside of yourself felt perfect. That’s how I feel. I want to be my own home, but I’m not there yet. Thanks for the shoutout!

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I have made my own space within my space. I love looking at it that way now. I am excited for you that you are traveling. I have never left India and that is one of my dreams! You have given me a new way of looking at myself and all those other parts. The thought that I could carry some of it and leave others behind is extremely helpful in my mental health journey ❤️

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This is so beautiful. Can't wait to read more about your travels!

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Although, unlike you, I have spent all my life in one place (Delhi, India), I have been struggling to find a place that I can call home. Many of my writings have attempted to articulate the very crisis that you have described—of not knowing when one is going home and when one is leaving home.

In the last couple of years, I have tried to build a home with my partner in Bangalore, but I have failed to commit to either Delhi or Bangalore as my home. I refuse to simply submit to the idea that a woman’s home is with her husband. Most of my work is remote, independent, because I refuse to let a job dictate my place of residence. Other than the weather, I don’t have an anchor to help me decide where I’d rather be at a particular point in time.

The “melancholic cusps” that you describe are all too familiar. I never know where I stay and where I visit. I have often wondered if home must necessarily be a single place; maybe it isn’t. But then there are as many fragments of me as there are homes. I can never be whole anywhere.

I am so glad to have found your writing, because it offers me reassurance. Maybe I can find (or create) a home within the places where I stay. Maybe I can be my own home. Your piece has soothed my soul. Thank you, Priya.

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I just loved this one Priya with this notion of the multitudes that make us who we are. I love how you've found a way to talk with each of them, accept them and somehow loosen their grip at the same time. Much to ponder here...

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