"Home"

The word has a fairly ambiguous meaning in my vocabulary. I'm ethnically Sri Lankan, was born in Vienna, but have never felt happier than when in New York. If I was forced to put down a definition I'd say "where I am going, but never where I am." Home - it definitely has a restless connotation for me.

I'm spending such a short time in Sri Lanka this December, a mere nine days, but it only took a couple of hours after I landed to be woken up to the reality of life here. I'm not sure how many people in New York can expect to find a jeep loaded with fully-uniformed, fully-armed soldiers parked in their garage. I would upload a photo, but I've been warned by several people that soldiers are camera-shy and trigger-happy.