This is one of my favourite quotes: “Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to” I can totally relate to this, when I was younger I couldn’t wait to explore beyond the shores. I wanted adventures away from ‘home’ Now, some days I wake up and the first thought that comes to mind is to pack my bags and head ‘home’. But where is ‘home’? I am now in an interracial marriage, born in Seychelles, with descendants panning from Africa to Europe so I guess I can set up ‘home’ anywhere. My friends in England think that I am mad hanging around in rainy and cold England instead of going ‘home’ and my Seychellois friends said I must be crazy if I leave all those amazing opportunities in Europe to come and live in a such a laid back country (by the way I love being laid back! ) Do you blame me if sometimes I seems to be confused? I have a loving husband and two beautiful children (one born in each country!) but where is ‘home’ ? At this point in my life I have concluded that ‘home’ is where my children feel safe, happy, making memories, comfortable, have friends and the place they know best. For that reason, at the moment ‘home’ is England but if you ask them where is their favourite place to go on holiday, they will proudly answer “home” because to them Seychelles is also home. I miss Seychelles a lot because this is where my hopes and dreams started, all my friends and families are there, my childhood memories are from there and my father is buried there, so when I feel like packing up I tell myself it is okay to miss ‘home’ every so often but I am ‘home’ here because my children and husband are ‘home’ too. If ‘home’ is where the heart is, then by its most literal definition, my ‘home’ is wherever I am.
Where is home for you?