Travel Linkup: Home

Kohimarama Beach, Auckland, New Zealand

Kohimarama Beach, Auckland, New Zealand

Home. Where for out thou home?

Ummm… I thought it was London for awhile (well close to 5 years)… but really I knew it was always New Zealand… but now that I’m back, ‘home’ seems a bit of a foreign word to me.

What is home?

My backpacks pre-Africa/South America journey back to NZ

My backpacks pre-Africa/South America journey back to NZ

Is home a dwelling where all your belongings are?

Well I’m living a bit of a minimalist lifestyle these days with flatmates in a place I don’t own, so I wouldn’t really say that fits the bill. Each time I get something added to my room I get a twinge… that’s one more possession that makes it a tiny bit harder to move.

Is home where your family is?

My ‘family’ cross over about 5 different cities, anywhere from 3-5 hours away and they all have their own families so not sure that quiet works as a ‘home’ for me either. I’m lucky if I see some members of my family once every 2-3 months, some it’s more like once every 6 months!

Is home where your friends are?

Nope. Most of my friends live all over the world. Seems if home is where my friends are then that must mean the internet or phone, because they are the main mode of communication these days… though I am lucky to still have a few buddies here for coffees!

Home is where the heart is… where’s that?

Good question right?

Mt. Maunganui, Bay of Plenty, NZ

Mt. Maunganui, Bay of Plenty, NZ

I think if I’m honest I’ve had lots of homes and yet no real ‘homes’ since I was a kid. I have people I love and care about all over the world and feel like I have homely twangs when I’m in a number of different countries. From the friendly bloggers in London that I dream about afternoon teas with, to the little cute Swedish/Lithuanian family in a pink house in Stockholm… to the wild and open nature of Africa to the entertaining variety of people in America I claim as friends.

The Mad Hatters Afternoon Tea at the Sanderson Hotel

The Mad Hatters Afternoon Tea at the Sanderson Hotel

Ice breaking apart in a lake in Stockholm, Sweden

Ice breaking apart in a lake in Stockholm, Sweden during my first visit in 2010

Lake Nakuru National Park, Kenya

Lake Nakuru National Park, Kenya

I don’t think I really have a ‘home’ anymore, but I think I have so much more than that. I have the world at my fingertips. I am free to go anywhere I want. Yes, New Zealand is my current base and I have the beginnings of a life here, it will always have a strong pull of culture, people and lifestyle that makes it homely, but home doesn’t need to be one place anymore.

Home can be wherever your heart (and journey) takes you.

Me on the boat in the Pampas, Bolivia

Me on the boat in the Pampas, Bolivia

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