The concept of home used to be a tricky thing for me to define. From the time I was three until I turned 22, I lived in the same house – you can imagine what a shock to my system it was when I managed to live in five different houses in three different states from the age of 23 until I was 25.
Home is where the heart is, home sweet home, home free – all of these sayings imply that having somewhere to ground yourself is important and a vital part of being human. I’ve struggled a lot with trying to pin down where my home is as I’ve travelled around the country, and whether or not it can be a place, with a person or a combination of both.
After living in Adelaide, Darwin and Sydney, I find it kind of reassuring that I now see my home as back where I started – South Australia. Except this time, its not only about Adelaide being my home – it is also about having my husband, my dogs and family close by. Instead of calling the house I grew up in my home, I now view the place where my husband grew up as where I’d love to be.
It is an amazing property that holds really special memories for me. It has dogs, cats, chickens, kangaroos and wombats also taking up residence there, as well as a multitude of family members and guests who drop by to visit my husband’s 90 something Grandma.
I remember one of the first things I noticed when I met her was that she was still able to look after a plethora of animals, guests and maintained her independence while doing so. She also had a fridge magnet that said: “Feminism is the radical notion that women are people”…fairly awesome lady.
So while those who send me letters say my home is in Sydney, I smile and think about where my true home is, and why I’ve come to love it.
I'm Lisa - UnrelentingSpark in the blogosphere, Basement Staxx on the flat track, and @CapricaStar on Twitter. Things I love, and write about, include Adelaide, roller derby, yoga, all kinds of music, my dogs, technology, writing, social media and good coffee.
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