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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!
January 16, 2009Posted by on
I didn’t come here for work or because I have always wanted to experience living in another country. No, I came here because I fell in love with an Australian.
He had worked in Canada for over 3 years when I met him. We met in May and started seeing each other in September. He already knew he was going home next March. We went into the relationship with the idea that it was going to be short term. That didn’t last for long.
We spent all of our spare time together and when we couldn’t be together we spent the rest of the time on the phone or internet talking.
We were trying to live in a long distance relationship, but it wasn’t working. We lived about 3 hours apart. We took the plunge and essentially moved in together. Although neither of us gave up our apartments, we stayed at each other’s place on alternating weekends. The weekdays were taken up with work, although I sometimes worked from his place.
The stress on each of us and on the relationship was incredible. As the date of his departure grew near, I talked him into staying another 4 months. Not sure why or what I thought I would accomplish with 4 more months, but it worked out.
In that 4 months we grew together as a couple and knew beyond a doubt that we would be staying together. This meant I was moving!
It was exciting, stressful exhilarating and gutsy for both of us. We haven’t looked back!
We both arrived in Sydney July 2008, he was, we were, coming home…