My three homes

Here I am coming back to my blog after such a long time. I’m not even going to explain myself anymore…

I am in the car, for three days, so I got a moment to write something for the blog. Some random thoughts. I am on my way back home from Poland, where I spent a long time with my parents, in my hometown, where I grew up.  And I am going back home to the house where I live with my family, my husband’s and kids. Secretly wishing that place would be couple thousands kilometers to the west…

I am thinking about “home” and what this word means to people. There is this saying that home is where your heart is, or that home is a family, so rather people than actual place. I agree somehow with both and have my own addition to it.

Obviously I feel home when I am with my family. My husband and kids. At our house that we own and take care of. But it’s the presence of my children and my husband that makes it home. Before it was a small apartment and it still felt like home, because the closest people were there. So in this sense my home is created by my family. The immediate, closest family.

As I mentioned, I spent some time with my parents, at their place, in my hometown where I grew up. I also call it home. Even thought now I feel a bit more like a guest there, but I lived there for about 10 years, my teenage and studying time. My room is no longer even mine, since my teenage sister took over and made it hers. Not to mention that previously we lived in a small apartment, so the building changed, but my parents were there and it was also in the same hometown. So I think it’s a combination of parents/siblings and the hometown that feels so safe and feels like home. Being there calms me down. Nothing much happens in that town. But it’s not boring for me. Rather a peaceful place. With best views.

And then there is a home that I am longing for. I call it my place on earth. The most beautiful town (in my opinion). I am so grateful I got to live there during the most beautiful years in my life. I found love there. I got married there. I had my first child there. The most important things in my life happened there. The most important “firsts” happened there. My heart will always belong there. And I hope to be back there someday.
Bruges.
Brugge.

Three homes. I get to have 3 homes. I am so grateful for it. How lucky am I, in the world where there are so many homeless people?