Q. Pricey advice-givers: My husband and I and our two younger youngsters are shifting to Sweden. I’ve been interested by shifting there for years and, for a lot of causes, it’s lastly the proper time. I used to be born in Russia and moved to the U.S. once I was 4. I grew up within the suburbs of Los Angeles, however by no means felt at dwelling there and was thrilled to flee to New England for school. I’ve since lived in New York and the Bay Space and L.A. once more — and whereas I appreciated features of every place, none felt fairly proper as a “without end dwelling.” I’m excited concerning the transfer to Sweden (democratic socialism!) though I don’t consider it as a everlasting vacation spot (darkness, homogeneity). I like journey and journey, and I’m good at sustaining friendships over lengthy distances, however I really feel like I’m lacking out by probably not investing in a single group for many years. I fear that my very own rootlessness will depart my youngsters in the identical predicament. Can I (and my youngsters) lead a significant life if we don’t put down everlasting roots?
A. Ah, a “without end dwelling.” The place, I ponder, is that place? As I write this, I’m unpacking from my eighth transfer in 10 years. There’s a bear within the yard and ash within the air, and the cardboard packing containers in my workplace are nonetheless stuffed with issues, however of all of the unsuitable issues. Someplace in my mind, an outdated Speaking Heads track performs:
Residence, is the place I wish to be,
However I assume I’m already there.
I come dwelling, she lifted up her wings,
I assume that this should be the place.
For many people, the true fairy story isn’t about touchdown the proper companion however the proper coordinates on the globe. I’ve the identical query you’ve gotten, about what precisely is misplaced when one is a serial monogamist of geography, when the very idea of house is ambivalent. We depart dwelling for every kind of causes — searching for safety, alternative or a unique scale of existence — and, as soon as we do, we are able to by no means actually return in fairly the identical means. I doubt I’m the one one unconvinced by the ending of L. Frank Baum’s 1900 novel, “The Wizard of Oz,” when Dorothy awakes in her mattress, again on the farm. “There’s no place like dwelling,” she says, however we — a minimum of, any of us who’ve fled our equal of a farm in Kansas, unsure the place the twister in our hearts would possibly land us — know that Dorothy, having had such adventures in braveness, gained’t be pleased there for lengthy.