When you began in a different world than the one you’re supposed to call home
Just exquisite, Amy
Such a beautiful, poetic essay about your childhood memories, the subject of foreigness and belonging, and reclaiming "home." I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
Beautiful. I especially enjoyed the interplay between where we think we come from, and belong, and where others think we come from and belong. Anyone who has been an immigrant or who grew up as an expatriate knows the bittersweet feeling of belonging there and here at the same time, and simultaneously belonging nowhere.
This was very powerful to read. I felt almost as if I was there and everywhere.
I was spellbound from the very beginning. What a beautiful essay Aimee. Like you, I am a stranger everywhere. Born in India, I spent most of my adult life in the US, and now I live in France.
Now, I spend my winters in India, doing research for my books. And, in the process, I’m rediscovering the land of my birth.
I loved your description of India. Thank you for this beautiful essay!
What a beautiful and breathtaking read, Aimee. I feel so deeply connected to your writing. Where can we read more? Thank you so much for writing and sharing.
*long exhale* what a lovely essay!
Aimee it’s no wonder your grasp of true humanity is so solid, as you’ve lived so much in differing circumstances. Thank you so much for sharing these beautiful moments with us.
Beautiful piece. I hope it is the beginning or part of a longer work. So much there. Thank you for sharing.
Thank YOU 🙏🏼 John♥️