It's time to pack up and travel again. It's funny because I feel so torn - torn between this beautiful and exotic place, lots of adventures, new friends, and of course my partner in crime - compared to Canada. Nothing replaces my own country, my family, my job, my language (hahaha).
Over the last 10 years I have moved a LOT. Moved houses, moved cities. I have struggled a lot with what is 'home'. I often feel like I don't have a home anymore. We don't have our childhood home to go back to. I like Kingston a lot but I'm not there often enough to really feel like that city is home, although I do own property there....so I guess that technically is my home. There are lots of places that I feel "at home" but that's not really the same either.
So...I'm still stuck!
Home is where the heart is? - that would be with Ray
Home is where I keep my favourite toys? - that would be Kingston
Home is where my mail goes? - that would be Michael's house!
"Home is where you can say anything you want, cause no one listens anyway" - well that could be Thailand cause here I'm just the crazy Farang lady speaking english!
I think that in the end...
"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you".
No matter whether I am coming, or going, Eastern time zone or half way round the world, at the address of my ID cards, or in a locum house in Northern Ontario - I am home. I think I always have been, and it just took a few years and more than a few tears to realize that home is not a place, a building, or the memory of a time past. Home is right here, right now, and exactly what I make of it.
"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home"
Much love
Pamela
So you wonder what your part is
ReplyDeleteBecause you’re homeless and depressed
But home is where the heart is
So your real home’s in your chest