But where is home? Where will my red sparkly shoes take me when I click them together three times?
I spent the 25 minutes it takes me to get home from work thinking about where my home is.
Truth is, I don’t really know.. I mean sure where my family is I will always have a home..
But for 9 months I had a home in Mosjøen, a year at folkehøgskole, a year I will never forget and a year I constantly miss and think about. It was a place where I felt safe and welcome and included.
Then for 10 months my home was downunder, in Auckland, New Zealand. I got to experience so many different cultures, made friends from all over the world and I got to live with some of the best people. Also a place I keep going back to in my head, imagining how it would be if I went back there now, if I’d feel as welcome as I did the first time. when I’ve changed, surely the place has changed as well?
From there my path was leading me to Wolverhampton, my home of 2 1/2 years more or less. I might’ve said 100+ times that it’s not a pretty city nor an amazing city, I lied. It’s both beautiful and amazing. I’ve had so many ups and downs there, I’ve had some of the best housemates and maybe some of the worst as well hehe. But it was home, even when I was alone or feeling low I still belonged there. a place where I could fit in and grow into a better person. I was close to changing my mind for a little while, but what kind of friend would I be to let my best friend down when she’d planned to move after me.. I’m glad I stayed now, so much good came out of it, if not so much for me, then at least for other people around me.. I also made some terrific friends, people that will always have a special place in my heart❤.
Finally I am now sat here on my sofa in Oslo, my 5th home in as many years, (including my family home) thinking: “Do I fit in?” the feeling of being here on holiday is slowly fading away, but it’s not home.. Not yet anyway..
I remember being terrified of leaving wolverhampton, terrified of leaving the student life and become a “real adult”
I’m still scared, but I’m getting used to the feeling, getting used to drift from place to place.. But I’m hope that one day I will find someone or something to tie me down somewhere.. so that I can truly say:
There’s no place like home…
and mean it.