Between Worlds
A Story of Home and Departure
I come from Ghana, born and bred in the Capital City, Accra. A place where the streets hum with life.
It’s the kind of home that stays with you, no matter where you go. Some few years ago, I packed my life into two suitcases and moved to Germany, chasing opportunities and dreams.
There are many stories of what the rules of the game are on the other side, but no one tells you how much of your heart gets left behind when you leave, especially if you’ve already spent thirty-plus years of your life in that space you are leaving.
The Journey So Far
Over the years, my journey has taken me to:
- New York’s towering skyline
- The soulful corners of Virginia
- The vibrant pulse of South Africa (Johannesburg & Cape Town)
- The artistry of Barcelona
- The quiet beauty of Luxembourg
- The historic streets of Brussels
- The rain in London
- The charm of Manchester and Leeds
Each place has added something to me, shaping the person I am. Yet, no matter where I land, Ghana always calls me back.
Last Christmas (2023), I answered that call. I went home.
It was everything I needed.The warm hugs, the familiar voices, the laughter of people who’ve known me long before I became who I am today. For a moment, it felt like all the missing pieces of me fell into place.
Last year, though, I stayed in Germany. And while I’ve had a good time, there’s been a quiet ache, a whisper reminding me of what’s missing. The festive lights, the cheerful Christmas markets, they’re beautiful, but they’re not like home.
The truth is, living between worlds is a privilege, but it’s also a paradox. You belong to both, yet sometimes it feels like you fit in neither.
Airports have become my constant companions. They have become places of equal parts of reunions and farewells. I’ve said too many tearful goodbyes to count, each one softened only by the hope of a “see you soon.”
Still, I wouldn’t trade this journey for anything. The places I’ve been and the people I’ve met have taught me that home isn’t a single place. It’s the love you carry, the connections you keep, and the moments you treasure.
As I sit through the gloomy days of Winter, far from Ghana yet full of gratitude, I remind myself that the journey isn’t about leaving or returning. It’s about living in the in-between —> lebe zwischen, where both homes coexist, shaping who you are and who you’re becoming.
This is my story. I am living in-between worlds.
Have You Felt the Same?
If you have, my question to you and to myself is:
What do you want?