Oh Canada… my almost home and native land…
So close and yet still so far away. I am back in Canada at my grandparents house in Maxville, Ontario and I am very close to being back home. Just a few short days and I will be on my way to the beautiful pacific northwest and back to the area I consider home – Seattle, Washington. Although I have no physical home to speak of (I ditched that and all my belongings a couple of months ago) I do have a more spiritual home – a home of memories and friendships and love.
Home is where the heart is. -Pliny the Elder
I will spend the next several weeks visiting family and friends, hopping from couch to couch, and deciding what, where, and when my next adventure will be. Nothing like last minute planning for this girl. Seems like some of my best decisions have been spur of the moment – born out of panic, procrastination or pure genius. I’m sure this type of planning (or maybe lack of planning) could drive some people crazy, but I am very much a ‘go with the flow’ type of person and thus so is my planning. I am extremely grateful to have friends and family who are willing to take me in and give me a temporary home so that I can make these important decisions about the next phase of this grand adventure.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. -Robert Frost
For the past few days I have been here in Canada, readjusting to western life and getting over any residual jet lag. It is a good in-between place for me on the long journey from India to home. I can relax a bit out here in the countryside, surrounded by farms and forest, ponds and wildlife. The frogs and crickets sing me to sleep and the birds chirp me awake in the morning. I went for a little walk around the premises today and look at all of the beautiful things I found…
One of the greatest things about traveling to unfamiliar places is that we can marvel in the differences and similarities to our home. The landscape and environment in this area of Canada is a large contrast from what I am used to at home. The heat and humidity that are just budding in summer, the flat plains and scattered little ponds all around; these things at once make you appreciate what you have at home and also what you might lack. It is amazing how much familiarity plays a role in how safe, secure, and ‘at home’ we feel.
Home has an individual meaning for everyone. It could be a place, a person, a memory. It could be a state of mind, a familiar sound, or a cherished keepsake. What is home to you and how do you find it when it goes missing?
Where thou art, that is home. -Emily Dickinson
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