What a lovely read! I love the idea of living in borrowed spaces, which is ultimately what any of us do with our time on earth.
I have often wondered what home means to me; I have lived in more than 30 houses across 4 countries. I’m stitched together from the places I’ve lived and the people I’ve loved, and home has become all the memorable, best, worst, nostalgic, comfortable, meaningful bits I've picked up along the way. Unpicking it would unravel something essential.
Home, to me, is both everywhere and nowhere. I've gathered so many "homes" that I often feel homesick for one place or another; a deep longing for places and people who were once a part of my every day. I can be at home and still feel homesick. I can travel and feel entirely rooted.
Ironically, some of the places I’ve felt most at home would no longer feel so were I to pack up my life and return there. The places and the people have changed as much as I have. I guess in that sense, home to me is sometimes just a memory of somewhere I once belonged.
It’s an ache, but also a gift: to have belonged so deeply to so many places that the world feels both bigger and more intimate.
Thank you for putting words to something I’ve often felt but struggled to name.
Oh my, I love this, Katy. So relatable. It seems like our words are talking with each other! It’s so interesting, how these opposing forces can co-exist so harmoniously.
Love your story Zanni My husband and I bought 100 acres Sorry 42 hectares a few years ago and lived in the one room shack for 2 years It was so wonderful and now we are back in the Hunter Valley we often speak of our shack and the amazing view
Hi Zanni, My family has also experienced different moves and made homes and fallen in love with different places and countries. Moving with our cats always made it easier for our children when they were young. Home is where our family is - it is the connections to family, friends and place - more than the four walls. p.s. we are travelling again this year with our adult kids back to Europe to where we used to live in Lisbon. There is always that sense of ‘coming home’ to these places.
Zanni - gorgeous! What home means to me is the heart of family. My early years were spent travelling to fabulous exotic places with my mum and dad and brothers. It was a wonderful childhood spent moving from house to house, experiencing different climes and cultures. Home was never the actual house (although I remember many of them fondly). As a grown up, there has been much less travel and fewer houses, and my family, now including the family I made, is still my home.
Beautiful piece to read , reminds me you can write anywhere if you see it with sunshine house glasses
You sure can ☀️
Beautiful piece (and photos), I loved reading it.
Thanks, Em!
What a lovely read! I love the idea of living in borrowed spaces, which is ultimately what any of us do with our time on earth.
I have often wondered what home means to me; I have lived in more than 30 houses across 4 countries. I’m stitched together from the places I’ve lived and the people I’ve loved, and home has become all the memorable, best, worst, nostalgic, comfortable, meaningful bits I've picked up along the way. Unpicking it would unravel something essential.
Home, to me, is both everywhere and nowhere. I've gathered so many "homes" that I often feel homesick for one place or another; a deep longing for places and people who were once a part of my every day. I can be at home and still feel homesick. I can travel and feel entirely rooted.
Ironically, some of the places I’ve felt most at home would no longer feel so were I to pack up my life and return there. The places and the people have changed as much as I have. I guess in that sense, home to me is sometimes just a memory of somewhere I once belonged.
It’s an ache, but also a gift: to have belonged so deeply to so many places that the world feels both bigger and more intimate.
Thank you for putting words to something I’ve often felt but struggled to name.
Oh my, I love this, Katy. So relatable. It seems like our words are talking with each other! It’s so interesting, how these opposing forces can co-exist so harmoniously.
Love your story Zanni My husband and I bought 100 acres Sorry 42 hectares a few years ago and lived in the one room shack for 2 years It was so wonderful and now we are back in the Hunter Valley we often speak of our shack and the amazing view
Oh I love the sound of that!
This was so beautiful. And those photos made me feel so calm! 🌱☀️
I’m so pleased!
Hi Zanni, My family has also experienced different moves and made homes and fallen in love with different places and countries. Moving with our cats always made it easier for our children when they were young. Home is where our family is - it is the connections to family, friends and place - more than the four walls. p.s. we are travelling again this year with our adult kids back to Europe to where we used to live in Lisbon. There is always that sense of ‘coming home’ to these places.
A family animal really does hold it all together.
Love this, Zanni!
Thanks, Cassy! X
Wow Zanni, so beautiful to read this. Looking forward to reading what you are creating. Xxxx
Thank you, Lee! ❤️
Zanni - gorgeous! What home means to me is the heart of family. My early years were spent travelling to fabulous exotic places with my mum and dad and brothers. It was a wonderful childhood spent moving from house to house, experiencing different climes and cultures. Home was never the actual house (although I remember many of them fondly). As a grown up, there has been much less travel and fewer houses, and my family, now including the family I made, is still my home.