You built a life somewhere new. So why does home still pull at you like a tide?
There is a particular guilt that many expats carry, quietly, alongside everything else. You chose to leave. You worked hard to build a life in a new city. You are grateful — genuinely grateful — for the opportunities, the people, the chapter you’ve made for yourself somewhere far from where you started.
And yet.
And yet there are moments — a smell, a song, a turn of phrase, a kind of light in the late afternoon — when something in you lifts its head and looks toward somewhere else. When home, the original home, becomes intensely present in your absence. This is normal. More than that: it is healthy.
Why Homesickness Is Not a Flaw
Popular culture has an uncomfortable relationship with nostalgia. Missing the past — or a place left behind — is treated as sentimentality, a failure to live fully in the present. You’re told to move on.
But researchers who study nostalgia have found something quite different. Nostalgia is not a retreat from the present. It’s a resource for navigating it. People who engage with nostalgic feelings report higher levels of social connectedness, greater sense of meaning, and more resilience in the face of loneliness and uncertainty.
In other words: missing home is not a sign that you’re stuck. It’s a sign that you were formed by something real. That you had something worth missing in the first place.
The Difference Between Homesickness and Grief
Not all missing is the same. There’s a version of homesickness that is simply the ache of distance — the knowledge that somewhere you love is far away, but still there, still waiting. That kind is a companion. You can live alongside it.
Then there is the harder kind: missing something that no longer exists in the form you loved. A city that has changed. A family structure that dissolved. A time that cannot be revisited. That kind of loss has more in common with grief, and it deserves to be treated with the same seriousness.
What the Diaspora Knows About Holding Home
Communities with long histories of migration — Brazilians, Venezuelans, Mexicans, Colombians, Cubans, and countless others now living in the United States and Canada — have developed sophisticated cultural technologies for managing this feeling. They are not in denial about it. They build around it instead.
Food is the most obvious ritual. But there are more subtle ones too: the music you only play at home, alone. The WhatsApp groups that keep you connected across time zones. The photographs, the art, the objects chosen not for their beauty but for their power to locate you in a story larger than the current chapter. The key is not to suppress the feeling. The key is to give it somewhere to live.
A Corner of Home
There is a practice some people call creating “a corner of home” in a new space: a deliberate arrangement of objects, images, and rituals that anchor your identity to something continuous. Not as a shrine — as a reminder. Of the thread that runs through all the versions of your life.
It doesn’t need to be elaborate. A photograph. Something handmade. An image that shows the shape of streets you still dream about. The function is the same as the Portuguese word for it: saudade. You aren’t trying to go back. You’re acknowledging that what was is still part of what is.
Missing home isn’t the problem. Pretending you don’t is.
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