This world island is not my home, I’m just a passing through… or so I believe the song goes. Due to Bermuda’s (lack of) size, non-Bermudian workers, like myself, can only stay for a limited time—how long has been the subject of debates. But one day, we will have to leave.
However, until that day, we actually live here. And that creates an interesting conundrum. What, or where, is “home”?
Is home where one was born? I guess in days past, when travel and relocation was the privilege of the few, one’s home did not change. Born, bred, and buried in the same place. I left the city of my birth in 1982. Since then, I moved at least five times. Including Bermuda, I have six homes. Or do I?
Does residency count as a home? One can argue for or against that. Can I call a place my “home” merely by virtue of having lived there a number of years?
Having been a resident of Bermuda since 2006, I think it’s more than just living in a place. Does one become part of that place as well? When in Rome, do as the Romans—and mix with them. And with that in mind, Bermuda is “home” (for now).
PS: a lot has happened since my last entry (July 09…!) I need to write a few more posts to catch up 
