“Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes
This is Miss Hoggy, on her maiden post as she’s leaving home to explore the unexplored, sorta.
Home’s Melbourne, a beautiful city with wonderful multicultural background. It’s place where I can find my favourite things. (Hmm… “My Favourite Things” from “The Sound of Music” is playing in my head). My favourite sunrise. My favourite cafes and eclairs. My favourite people, family and friends.
But just as I’ve decided to leave home to work and travel as an English Teacher, I started to think. (NO! When Miss Hoggy thinks, it’s dangerous. You’ll see what I mean). I started to think as I’m leaving home, seeking an adventure, settling temporarily in a makeshift shelter- Does a home disappear when you leave? Does home lose its existence when you’re gone? Do you really leave home when you’re leaving home?
Then another question popped up. (See, Miss Hoggy’s thinking will just lead to more thinking). What’s a home? What’s the definition of home? Is it where you can find good chai latte? Is it waking up in that sunrise in your bedroom? That’s when I remember reading this quote from Holmes. Which reminded me of certain wise words from certain wise man- a home is where love dwells, where God dwells, where your heart dwells. It’s just saying that no matter where you are, what you do, home is where you seek to love, seek to find the heart in what you’re doing.
Gosh, that sounds revolutionary, for an Asian girl. That just means no more chai latte, no more familiar sunrise in my bedroom? I think it just means, leap in faith to find that what I love is going to be another form and shape in another place, wherever I might be, it could be your definition of home.
Pictures courtesy of lil sis, Flossie and lovely friend, Mel:
Strawberry and Cream Eclair from Brunetti, Carlton Melbourne
Breakfast from Two Birds One Stone Cafe, South Yarra Melbourne