Standing in a long, loooong line at the immigration office in Arequipa, Peru, I struck up a conversation with a woman standing behind me. I needed a visa extension, and she was there for a new passport. When I told her I was from Lithuania, I expected the usual "huh?". Instead, she smiled and said, "oh yeah, I've been to Klaipeda, what a beautiful place!".
It turned out that she worked on cruise ships as a press manager. She had traveled all over the world and was back in Peru for a quick vacation.
We chatted about Greek food and Mexican hospitality, AirBnB prices in Medellin and Italian mentality, Chile's resorts and Norway's prices, and eventually she asked me whether I ever missed home.
"Not really", - I said. I go home almost every year for a couple of weeks, and I'm in constant contact with dad and friends via social media and online messenger and call services.
"Me neither", - the Peruvian woman said. "It's like the whole world is home now".
I used to think that roots and settling down were key to happiness, and that I'd want to go home at some point, I'd miss my own language and places where I grew up. And, it might still happen. But for now, as more and more languages become familiar, as I make friends along the way, as traveling is becoming easier and easier and borders often feel like nothing more than lines in the sand, - is it possible that the whole world can really become home?