The existential migrant, the term I use to describe us, chooses to leave his or her homeland, pushed out by deep questions that can’t be answered at home, pulled into the wide world in order to discover what life is. We are living paradoxes. We need to feel at home but have never done so, we need to belong but renounce opportunities for belonging, we venture out into the unknown in order to experience the homecoming that will finally settle us, but doesn’t.
