Home Is Wherever I’m With You
Sometimes it’s good to travel a bit further than your own backyard, right? Sometimes you need to go HOME!
I’m at home now. Well, it’s not my NOW home, but it’s my childhood home. I lived here until I was nine and nearly all my family have scattered across the country, but eventually returned to Tassie. Except for my sister and I. We are the renegades, planting ourselves firmly in Sydney and Melbourne and making intermittent trips to our OTHER home.
I’ve lived in Melbourne for 25 years, but I still feel that deep sense of belonging when I come back to Hobart. It’s pretty nice to drive these roads again, taking in the yellowy poplar trees, the snow capped Mt Wellington, the bridge spanning the water from ‘the other side of the river’ to the Hobart side. The familiar houses running up and down hills like colourful dominoes. The inlets and rivers snaking their way through the greenery. This is where I grew!
This kind of home is like playing a favourite record, carefully pulling it from its cover for the first time in years, blowing off the dust and watching it all spin as the words and sounds and memories come flooding back. As it plays, people and places tumble out. Meals eaten, toys lost, parties given, puppies patted, swings swung, things done. Aw.
Sometimes it’s good to travel a bit further, right? When was the last time you went home? Where is home, for you?