Home: What is home ?
It was just last week that I waved goodbye to a pair of my favourite friends. Packing up their lives, their house and their home to move to a new state, like many of my friends have done over the years.
As someone who has moved house an endless amount of times and lived “overseas” in a couple of countries, I have always had a strong sense of what I thought home to be. To me, home was always where I was born, where I grew up, where my history is, where my friends are, where my family are and where my heartfelt ties lay.
But: That mindset certainly gets a query or two from me at times like these when I realise that around 90% of my good friends and immediate family now live in distant regions, states, and even countries and that many of my remaining friends are from different countries, regions or states. Where is my home……. ?
I have lived in all sorts of places:-From the beautiful and blessed Northern Beaches of Sydney – Australia, a hostel in London’s Bayswater, old, empty and sometimes derelict buildings as a Squatter in all parts of North London, to a pig farm in South Africa. Not to forget those few months spent in a caravan in remote Origstad smack bang in the middle of ” game land territory”, South Africa.
Home: What is it I ask again ? Is it where we were born ? Where we grew up ? The building that houses us ? Where our loved ones live ? Where our heritage lies ? Or that ol’ cliche: where the heart is …………..?
Hmmm I am not really sure, it is a question I can’t quite answer.
But here are some of the places I have “laid my hat” and called home over the years.