The Waiting Room #1- Home

Posted by kelseyw93 on July 3rd, 2008 | Categorized as Blog | 162 views and 1 Comment

I’ve come to understand that every step of my life so far was a waiting room.

However, the concept of a waiting room usually means you’re waiting for something.

Let me explain.

Each country I’ve been in has never had the qualities of what I’m waiting for. I’ve only recently found people who made me feel like I was done waiting. I don’t know what my family wants, and I don’t know if it’s a waiting room for them.

What I’m waiting for is home.

Yep. Each place we go just feels like another stepping stone towards this ultimate goal of finding comfort. It feels like a futile search for meaning in a meaningless world. I’m not implying that everything in the world is meaningless, but what I’ve found so far is not looking good.

So each place is a waiting room. My first, Australia, was filled with the playful laughter of a good childhood. It was warm and comfortable. It had big comfy couches. It was satisfying.

I left that room when I turned four and closed the door behind me.

The second waiting room was incredibly temporary. I hardly even got a good look around before we were off again. Christmas Island is only a fleeting memory now. We left when I was 6.

The third room was cold, dark, and daunting. It was like the foundations of the place didn’t even want me there. There was no warmth, no light, no laughter. 6 years of that messes you up. So I walked out of there, shut the door, padlocked it, and never looked back.

After the silence of Japan, the third room, Romania was a boisterous reminder of how the world could be. Romania took alot of getting used to, but by the end I found people who made it feel like… home.

Now I’m in a state of limbo.. purgatory.. whatever you want to call it. The family I was born into, we’re now on our way to Ghana. The family I found home in are on their way to texas.

Let’s hope it’s not another waiting room…

-kels.

My name is Kelsey, I'm 14, going on 15 in august. I moved out of my.. "home" country when i was 4, lived on Christmas Island for 2 years, Osaka, Japan for 6, and Bucharest, Romania for 3. I'm now in the process of moving to the Lincoln Community school in Accra, Ghana. My parents are both international teachers.