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Home…Canada or Australia?
August 6, 2009Posted by on
I have just returned from a trip to Canada. Being a Canadian now living in Australia people were interested in how I was doing. The big question being either “how does it feel to be home” ? Or, “does Australia feel like home to you now”? Both questions are really difficult to answer.
I was talking with a friend in Vancouver, she is Australian but has lived in Vancouver for many years and she put it best “It is an indescribable feeling going back to your birth country. It is home, but it isn’t”. She says you never get over it.
In some ways I did feel like I was going home when we arrived in Vancouver. It felt good to be there. We went to Regina to visit my daughter. I have never been to Regina before, but I felt very at home in my daughters house. Then we went to Vancouver Island (where I am from) and it felt like going home again. We traveled to the North Island where I was born and raised, once again it felt like I was going home. I experience a peacefulness, a connectedness with my surroundings, Or is it nostalgia? The memories of good times and bad, of family and friends. Knowing what’s around the corner and being able to share all of this with Al (my Aussie partner). This allows me to show him who I am, glimpses into my past, places and people who are important to me. By getting to know the place where I grew up and raised my family, he is getting to know me better.
Leaving Vancouver Island (on BC ferries, which for all Islanders is a love / hate relationship) left me feeling very nostalgic. In fact last time I left I cried, this time it was a little easier. I reminded myself that the Island will always be there, I will be back.
We arrived back in Australia, it felt like coming home. It is home. I was happy to be home. I guess this means that home really is where the heart is. Home is in Canada, in Regina where my daughter and her family are, in Vancouver with friends, in Nanaimo with friends, all the way up the Island with friends, in Port McNeill with friends and my son and his family, in Port Hardy with friends and family. I am a Canadian, I will always be a Canadian. But right now home is in Australia with Al. Home is where my heart is. I am home!