Home is a word that has many meanings to me.
Home is a place
Scotland – The country in which I was born and raised in. I may have chosen to build my life elsewhere but there is a strange feeling of pride when I return to my homeland, its wild nature and welcoming people make Scotland a truly unique country. Though I no longer live there many of my friends and family remain in Scotland so even though I do not have bricks and mortar within its borders, a piece of me will always stay in Scotland – making it my home forever.
London – An unexpected home, thinking I would only be here for a year the city took me by the hand and hasn’t yet let me go. As I mentioned in a previous post I somehow found solitude within in its vast landscape and is really began to thrive as a person. London is chaotic, and though I will admit an escape from the fast pace of life is sometimes welcomed, I can’t see me giving up London life for anytime soon.
Manchester – My auntie moved to England went I was two and since then I have visited Manchester and the surrounding areas more times than I can count. Watching her build her life and family there, and now seeing some of mine and Pablo’s best friends repeat the same pattern, this city always feels like another home to me. In fact, it almost was; before Pablo got offered a placement in London we had a deposit on a flat in Manchester city centre. Manchester is still high on my list of places I would live in the UK and has always welcomed me with open arms.
New York – Though I have never lived in New York it feels like a home away from home to me. From my first visit at the age of 17, to now, there is nowhere else in the world I have felt like I belong more than in The Big Apple. Like London it has a certain rhythm that may seem harsh but somehow speaks to my soul. When I am in New York my mind swirls with ideas and I feel like anything is truly possible. New York is the only place I have left and actually cried on the plane home as I felt like I was leaving a piece of my potential self behind amongst the city’s streets. New York has never been my physical home but it is where a part of my heart still resides.
Home is people
The feeling of home can often be attributed to location, as I have done above, but without people these places would be like abandoned movie sets. Making connections with new people can suddenly turn a strange place into a welcoming home and there is nothing like spending time with people that you love to feel homely. Though we do not yet have place to call our own, no matter where we are in the world when Pablo puts his arms around me I also feel like I am home.
Home is a feeling
For me the concept of home is an emotional one, often associated with feelings of love, nostalgia, security, and comfort. Despite the amount of travelling I do being home sick isn’t often something I suffer from and I think that is because, for me, home does not always have to be a location, it can be something that you carry inside you.
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