So I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
– Home by Daughtry
Last month when I was laying in the hospital I wanted to go home, but where was home?
I’ve now been here in Wellington for three months and at that point in time I had been in Wellington just on two months.
When I refer to home I am usually referring to Australia, to Geelong to living with Laura, to my bubbies*. When Mr Geek and I had a fight I said I was going home referring to Geelong. But laying in the hospital bed I thought of home not as Australia which I miss but home as our bed with it’s blue blanket, of our tiny room that has three suitcases crammed in the wardrobe and a metal shelve that belongs in a garage but has our clothes.
Where there is just four rooms, where there are no pets allowed.
I am home sick for Australia and my home in Geelong. I miss Laura, I miss my bubbies, I miss getting a coffee** with Laura at Donut King on a Sunday which was our ritual. I miss the taste of a Hungry Jack’s soft serve ice cream. My bookshelf and my room (not to mention the space it had my god I miss the space)
My ‘home’ is changing as I grow older and change and I now feel I have three homes, or places I consider home.
Prior to living with Laura home was with my parents, not the house we lived in after Dad died, but the house where we lived as a family in Dereel, or else the last house we lived in in Ballarat which was the longest place we have lived, that to me was home. Where we were a family, where I and Jade grew up.
I feel like I am home,but our apartment feels like home but doesn’t. It’s not personalised much and I am planning on getting some photo frames and photos of our families and putting them on display to make it feel more homely. I’ve stuck magnets on the fridge that are cute and from places I’ve been and from an exhibition I’ve seen and some I’ve got in since I moved. I want to make our house/apartment a home.
I feel safe here, but I want it to feel warm and personal. Not a magazine or pintrest kind of decoration of a home but a home none the less
Below are two of my favorite songs that to me are just home and come to mind when I think of home.
The first is A Place in Time by Bosshouse featuring Amanda Abizaid
The second is Home by Daughtry
*My cats Hoover and Peaches, Laura’s cats Jett and Coco
** We say coffee but I don’t drink coffee, I would have a hot chocolate 50°C or lukewarm (most people don’t know what lukewarm means)
