Home. This can mean many things to many people. Where we live temporarily, where we are born, who we live with, a place, a time, a space. Overtime I have often wondered where home was for me. Through my travels, time spent living overseas and coming back to where I was born. Now living in Melbourne, I have often wondered where ‘home’ was.
For me, my home and where and with whom I associate home with has changed over the years. Initially it was where I grew up, with family and friends in Adelaide. Living overseas my friends became my home and yet Adelaide still resonated with me as home.
When I moved to Melbourne I felt something different, like a homecoming in a way. I had never lived in Melbourne, visited a few times, but never considered it home. Until now. I felt my soul and the city’s soul connect. I felt I was at home.
My home is connected with the ones I live with, the ones I love, but moreover it’s the connection with the soul that keeps me here.
It’s like a hum of energy, beating at whatever pace you want to be involved with. The fast pace of the city or the tranquil pace of the country. I am connected to this place in more ways than just living here.
I have come across this same feeling in other parts of the world. A connection with the soul of a place, its energy. The flow of life just seems to fit and there is an understanding between you and the place, its people. Family and friends who have migrated to either side of the world, have also mentioned that they just knew where they were meant to be. The place, their home, is exactly where their soul settled, not necessarily where they were born or grew up, or with the people they once knew.
This connection to home, this innate knowing of where you belong, is not limited to just a place in time or to people but also to what’s inside of you. Home can be made up of a multitude of different aspects, home can change over a lifetime or it can stay constant within who we are.
In the end, home is where the heart is.