Every traveller has received the following questions, perhaps after exposing their foreign language or accent.
“Where’s home?” “Where are you from?”
Although these appear to be common, basic questions, they often stump me. Truthfully, it’s a hard question to answer with this sort of lifestyle. Where is home exactly for someone who’s on the move, or for those who have settled in a new country that may not match their passport.
For a lot of us nomadic types, our native country or city may have never felt like home which is why we started travelling in the first place. We were the village weirdos, like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, feeling misunderstood and craving, “adventure in the great wide somewhere.”
We’ve also been moving around for so long, placing roots in one place to the next that our hearts have been littered across the globe. Having friends and family spread every direction, causes our definition of home to be skewed. It’s no longer based on a single location, but of the people we meet and the lifelong friends we make.
It gets complicated and confusing quickly!
As for myself, I grew up in Alberta, Canada, so my childhood memories lie in the prairies. I enjoyed the stereotypical Canadian childhood, playing in the snow during the frigid winter, building impressive snow forts and sipping hot chocolate afterwards.
Then, when I was nine, we moved near Vancouver, BC, about a twelve hour’s drive away from Alberta. This was my first experience of starting fresh in an environment that felt completely different to what I was used to. (Despite being the same country).
My teen years were spent wishing the rain would end in the bores of suburbia yet simultaneously falling in love with the ocean and mountains.
Although I spent around an equal amount of years in each place, BC came to be my new home, however I did spend the majority of high school planning my escape.
After graduation while my friends were filling out local University applications, I was saving up for my first big adventure. I decided I didn’t want to just talk and dream about travelling around the world, but that I was going to do it.
I completely fell in love with this way of living I haven’t returned to BC for longer than a couple of months since. (I wrote a post about the complications of returning home after living abroad long-term, you may want to check it out)!
During my travels, I have made the most amazing friends, but unfortunately they’re sprinkled across the world. It’s frustrating that I can’t simply return home and have the majority of my loved ones in one spot, but thank goodness we’re in the days of Skype.
As for now, I’m living in Brisbane and I love it. I think it’s one of the most special and underrated cities and I’m so glad that this is my new home-base for the time being as my husband prepares for University, and we save for future trips.
Brisbane is our home for the moment, but I will always have little spots around the world that are home in my heart.
For those of you who have been travelling long-term, what do you think of the question, “where’s home?” Is it tough to answer, or do you have strong ties to your native country? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments about living life on the move and trying to find home.