After having moved many places and visited many countries and cities, where is home to me? When I return to the small town of North Haven where I grew up, I definitely do not think of it as home. But rather a place I needed to escape from ASAP in order to grow and be happier. When I think if San Diego, I am overcome with beautiful memories and a longing to return, but know in my heart that that chapter has closed beautifully. Now living in the Gold Coast, this is our new choice of location, and even with family nearby, I don’t think I’ll ever call it home. It’s still new, so maybe check with me in five and ten years. 😉 As of now, I’m truly discovering the term, “home is where the heart is.” I don’t know if it truly depicts how I feel, but all I know is, there have been occurrences and moments when my heart feels at home. It feels happy, loved, understood, thought about, and warm. Can it be possible? Surely; if you are in tuned with it, seek it, and thrive from it. Following are some of my recent beautiful “my heart feels at home” moment.
1. I am so blessed with the mother friends I have, especially the ones I have from San Diego since I have more history with them. One evening while checking my email, I received a lengthy email from a mom of two, one newborn and another toddler, who thought I’d appreciate her triumph with potty training. Given her sleep deprivation, exhaustion, lack of time, and overwhelmed state, she took time to detail out her success story to me. In attempt to emphasize and place myself in her shoes, I thought it was impressive she thought of me and took the time to impart knowledge and wisdom my way. Thanks R!
2. Shipping to Australia is very expensive! What’s warning to the heart is when our friends in the States send us birth announcements, gifts, and Christmas cards in the mail knowing the cost and time to probably buy a specific international Forever stamp out purchase international postage.
3. Skype dates with family and friends rock my world (and data usage!). To connect face-to-face with loved ones who “know” me and we can pick up where we left off and just be us makes my heart not want to be anywhere else.
4. Making new friends is a job in itself, especially for me who seeks deep friendships with similar interests and beliefs. I’ve been blessed with the gals I’ve met. Being in their company makes me feel at home because there is hope in finding new friendship after leaving forever friends in the States.
In sum, this new feeling that has made my heart happy and at home is encouraging me to see the light. When I’m in the moment and allow these beautiful moments envelope me, I am reminded that it doesn’t matter where I am, I am loved, thought of, and understood. It’s just a matter of remembering this all the time. When does your heart feel at home??