There’s a question people often ask each other—“Where do you live now?”—and it’s usually answered with a city or a country. A dot on the map. A place with a postal code.

But for me, the real answer is a little different.

Where I live now… is peace.
Where I live now… is warmth and safety.
Where I live now… is my happy place.

And no, I don’t mean a perfect house or a postcard view. I mean something deeper—a feeling, a moment, a quiet knowing in my heart that this is where I was meant to be.

For a long time, I searched for it. Not just a home, but a space where I could truly belong. That search took years. It meant leaving my home country, leaving familiar streets, faces, and routines. It meant holding my family’s hand and stepping into the unknown. It meant starting over.

That’s not easy to do.

I know so many people—especially those who have moved from one country to another—who are still searching. Still unpacking boxes, still wondering if they’ve arrived or if they’re just passing through again. Still asking themselves if this is home, or just another stop on the way to something better.

But I am one of the lucky ones.

Because now, when I look around, I know that we’ve found it. Our happy place. Not because everything is perfect—not at all. But because it feels right. Because I can breathe here. Because I can dream here.

We have a roof over our heads.
We have food on the table.
We have a quiet street, and a backyard where my son can laugh.
We have kind neighbors.
We have freedom, peace, and time together.

That’s it. That’s the magic. That’s enough.

Some people wait their whole lives to find a place like that. Others walk right past it, chasing something shinier. But for me, it’s never been about shiny. It’s about solid. Safe. Honest.

And when I think about how much a person really needs to feel happy, the list is so much smaller than I once thought. A place to live. Something to eat. People you love and who love you back. And a safe space for your children to grow.

If you have that—you’re rich. You’re free. You can start again. You can fly. You can build, write, love, and even fall down sometimes, because you know there’s something soft and warm to land on.

That’s what this place has become for me. A landing place. A launching pad. A shelter from storms.

And when I say I’m grateful—I mean it in the deepest way.

I don’t take this for granted. I know how many people live in fear, uncertainty, or isolation. I know what it’s like to lie awake at night wondering what’s next, and where to go. That’s why every ordinary day here feels like a small miracle.

The coffee tastes better. The silence is kinder. The light in the window glows a little warmer.

Where I live now is not perfect.
But it is mine.
Ours.

And I think that’s what we’re all looking for—not just a place, but a feeling.

The feeling that you’ve arrived. That the road brought you somewhere that makes sense. That the sacrifices were worth it.

I hope everyone finds that place.
And if you’re still searching, I hope you don’t give up. Sometimes, it takes time. Sometimes, it doesn’t look the way you imagined. But one day, you’ll wake up, look around, and feel it in your bones.

I’m home.

GK

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35 thoughts on “Where I Live Now”

  2. Wow! This was so well written, I was moved to my core. Your choice of words to describe your place in this world seems to have come from a much deeper place. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you, we feel the same in our place in this world. Blessings and Prayers 🙏

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  7. I remember having a place like that in Indiana. It was our dream house with a great layout, a big backyard, friends nearby, and a cattle farm down the street that sold fresh, raw milk and eggs. Until we couldn’t afford to live there anymore.

    When we moved to Georgia 9 years ago, we were in a rush to find a place we could settle into. We made more friends in a couple months than we did in 5 years, there’s been more opportunity here, and the community is great. But the house and neighborhood feel tight.

    Thank you for sharing. This story really hit home. And best of luck to you and your family!

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    1. Dear new friend,
      Thank you so much for your message. I can feel the love and emotion in your words—the beauty of that first dream home in Indiana, and also the strength it took to start again in Georgia.

      It means a lot to know that my story resonated with you. Life sometimes leads us to unexpected places, and even when we lose something special, we often gain something else—new friendships, opportunities, and growth.

      Wishing you and your family continued happiness and peace in your journey. I’m so grateful we’ve connected.

      Regards,
      Georgi

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  8. Thank you for your post! Over 25 years ago, I found my own peace by realizing that life isn’t about having the best car, the most stylish home, or the trendiest clothes. It’s about having what you truly need to be content. When you’re grateful for a roof over your head, a car to get you where you need to go, food on the table, and clean clothes to wear—everything else seems to fall into place. A truly thoughtful and grounding post!

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    1. Hello,
      Thank you so much for your thoughtful words. I couldn’t agree more — peace begins when we stop chasing more and start being grateful for what we already have.
      I’m glad my post resonated with your beautiful perspective.
      Have a great week.
      Regards,
      Georgi

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      1. Absolutely. I’m one of those people who was always running and running, moving and searching. Perhaps in an effort to avoid myself. A lot of energy wasted. At the end of the day, we need to be ok with ourselves. I like your style of writing; very engaging and feels authentic. Thank you!

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  12. When we retired I wished for Naples, Ft Myers area of Florida. The wife of 60 years in November Wanted Bar Harbor, Penobscot bay. ME. We are on the Eastern Shore of MD. Compromise-Compronise- Compromise, our Happy place. 1 acre surrounded by 50 Acres of corn and the occasional Deer, Fox, Turkey and others. Each evening, weather permitting, we sit upon our porch with a glass of Sangiovese Rubican and solve everyone’s problems. Doesn’t get any better.

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    1. Hello,
      What a beautiful picture you’ve painted—of love, compromise, and finding joy in the simple, quiet moments. Sixty years together and still choosing your “happy place” side by side… that’s truly inspiring. And your porch sounds like the perfect spot for both peace and wisdom (with a glass of Sangiovese, of course!). Thank you for sharing this little piece of your world. 🍷🌾🦌
      Have a wonderful weekend.
      Regards,
      Georgi

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