I know I said my next post would be from India but I have some time here during my long layover in Frankfurt to write an intermediate post. First, a small moment of celebration. I finished my 30 days of yoga this last Wednesday and it felt so good. I would highly recommend it for beginners and experts alike. It took me a bit longer than 30 days since I fell sick in between but after recovery, I just got back into it. I'm tempted to redo the whole thing and start from Day 1 again. If you are interested, I followed this set of videos: 30 days of yoga with Adriene. The rest of my week was spent catching up with more friends over breakfast, lunches, soups, can am pizza, ice-cream and haircuts. A wise man recently said something wise to me (who would have thought 😉): "Home is not a location or a place, it's where your family is." I am extremely fortunate to have many homes with family that loves me dearly and whom I love back - where I can be at home instantly - my parents, my in laws, my sisters, and of course, my husband and dog. On Wednesday, I was all packed and ready to head out. By Thursday, I said bye to Phoenix and Harneet and got on my first 9 hour flight (I will miss them 😢). My first destination is Mumbai where I will spend some time with my parents. I have always been extremely close to my family and am super excited to see them and spend some time at home. Now for some random musings. It has always been important to me to remember my roots. A few weeks ago I wrote a post about my experience at Microsoft and how that shaped me. Far before Microsoft, my parents played a major role in my ongoing film of life. They worked extremely hard to give me and my sisters the right opportunities to make us independent and strong willed women. Even with busy jobs, they always found time for family and gave us plenty of love and attention. I will forever be grateful to them for that. As I think of home and traveling to visit new countries, I also think of the countries I grew up in, where I have or had homes. I was born and grew up in Kuwait, my parents were from India and India was where a lot of my family was. Growing up, we had a tight knit Indian community and I was an Indian citizen, so I always identified with being Indian despite growing up abroad. When I was 17, I tearfully left home to come to a strange new country alone (the USA) for my higher education. It's now been a little over 14 years and I have adopted this country, built a home and lasting relationships and bonds here. I will never forget my origins, nor the opportunities that all these countries gave me and will always cherish my fond memories (past memories and the ones I am still making) in each. In different situations, I will sometimes act Indian, sometimes Middle Eastern, and sometimes American. Asking me where I'm from will still result in a 10 minute monologue of everywhere I am from and how I got here. On that note, I'm going to finish this layover  (it feels so long and I'm trapped in these set of gates far away from all lounges, shops and restaurants) and go on to my first home - my parents welcoming arms. I'll say hello from India soon.