There’s No Place Like Home
March 12, 2013 § 10 Comments
Dorothy got it right when she said ‘there’s no place like home’.
Spending two months back in my native Wellington waiting for a visa (note: legitimate excuse for a ridiculously long holiday) made me realise and appreciate just how true those words are. Regardless of my love for the always-busy, never-boring, opportunity-laden London where I currently live, there is nothing quite like chilling out in my family home back in New Zealand.
As the time drew nearer to my upping and leaving the sun-drenched eight weeks I’d spent relaxing, reading 15 books and catching up with old friends and family, nostalgic hit. Big time. It became achingly clear that there were so many things I’d miss about my harbour city.
Some were big things: walking along the waterfront. Being surrounded by green, lush bush. Living five minutes from the beach. The quirky, creative Wellington culture. Rugby.
Some were small: waking to the sounds of birds not alarms or traffic. Having a view that doesn’t compose of the next-door neighbours garden.
And some completely trivial: free public toilets. Rubbish bins throughout the city. Orange-chocolate-chip ice-cream and easily purchased Pineapple Lumps (if you’ve never tried them, you haven’t lived).
London might not be as different as Oz was to Kansas, but it’s different enough to make me realise that while it’s ‘home for now’, it will never quite truly be home. That belongs to Wellington. Even when I’m 1,600miles away.