The lovely Donna has tagged me to write a little about what home means to me!! I’ve been meaning to write a post like this for a long time so thanks Donna!!
So, what does home mean to me?
I think that defining what “home” means to me is really difficult!!
I guess it depends on whether I consider “home” to be a place or if it’s people.
I’m the kind of person who uses “home” pretty casually. Even if we are on holiday somewhere I’ll say “let’s go home” meaning the hotel or apartment we are staying in!
I have called many places home. But there are only a few places that I would still think of it that way on reflection.
The house I’ve known for the longest is my parents house in Plymouth UK, they’ve had this since I was about 10. We lived there until I was 17 when we moved to America for 2.5 years. When we came back we moved back into that house and then I went to University.
Whenever I’m there, I feel at home, but I’m not sure if that’s the house or because I’m there wih my family. I also always feel really comfortable in Plymouth in general, it’s a city I know well!
I’ve also called San Diego, California home. I did truly feel at home there as did my whole family. Moving back to the UK was very hard on us all.
I’ve never actually been back, it’s been around 10 years now. I’m at a stage now where I am almost afraid to return for a visit. I know I have rose tinted a lot of things about living there, but I’m not sure if I want to change those memories!
I lived at three different houses while at University, all lots of fun but I don’t think a student house can ever really be home!
Mark and I moved in together once we finished University. We moved to Northampton and had a nice little flat and then a nice terraced house, while we liked both of them we never really liked Northampton. We knew we didn’t want to be there long term. This was the first time I’ve lived away from my parents, as I went to University in Plymouth where they live and I found that really hard.
From there, we moved to the Seychelles. We have been here for almost three years now. We’ve lived in two different houses, both of which have felt like home for different reasons.
Our first house was small, mismatched and uncomfy furniture and always boiling hot (even for here!)
BUT it was our first house as a married couple, the house where we started our expat adventure together, and the house where we brought Arthur home to. For those reasons, despite the downsides of that house it will always have amazing memories for me.
Our second house, is bigger, and generally nicer all round, but we’ve only been here a few months.
However, it’s definitely been a game changer for us. Having a closed in garden ment that Arthur can be outside so much more. There’s a much more homely feeling to this place, I can’t quite put my finger on what that is though! We already have made so many memories here, and It will also be the home we bring Arthur’s baby brother back to so again it will always be special to us for that reason!
Right now, I love calling the Seychelles home. I think I first knew that for sure when we went back to the UK and I was excited about coming back, I refered to it as home and I really meant it!
I think anyone that has lived as an expat (no matter how long) or has moved around a lot feels differenly about what home means to someone who hasn’t really moved that often (or at all). It’s inevitable I suppose!
For me it think home can have two meanings. It can be a place you are happy and comfortable living, but also I think you can feel at home most places if you have the right people with you!
What does home mean to you Eline, Laura, and Clara?