Where do you call home?

Today feels very good. I decided to change my flight to come back to Madrid two days early. It cost me an extra 80 Euros, but to be honest, I couldn’t be happier. Sometimes it’s worth spending more for a bit of happiness. I really liked Bucharest a lot. In fact, I found Eastern Europe in general to be extremely interesting. The history of each country fascinates me there in a way that Western Europe can not really compete, and I highly recommend that everybody go there. Especially Romania. What an intriguing country, and entirely different to what most people would expect I suspect.

Anyway, before I digress further and ramble on about what I’ve been doing, I recently saw a post by Matt Kepnes of NomadicMatt.com about his return home… to Thailand. For those who don’t know, Matt is actually American, but for him Bangkok is where he seems to feel most at home. It made me think of today.

I’d been longing to get back to Spain for my entire trip. I just couldn’t get over the feeling. Despite finding my Inter Rail trip across Europe, and jaunts East in the continent immensely interesting, I wasn’t really having much fun. My thoughts kept going back to my sunshine country, with the loco people, and the loco nightlife. A place where you can walk outside on any city centre street and find it littered with more bars, cafes, and tapas restaurants than you could ever imagine. A social place, a social country, an outdoor culture, and a place where people greet you with a smile. My head may have been in Eastern Europe, but my heart was truly elsewhere.

For the first time in my life since I touched down on to the sunny shores of Australia (where my travels began back in 2006), somewhere was beginning to feel like home. I never in my wildest dreams thought that I could ever experience a feeling close to that again, and I certainly did not think that it could ever happen in Spain. Back when I first started travelling, Spain was the last place I wanted to go. I’d experienced some tacky tourist resorts, with nothing but British people living in them, and ignorantly thought that this was all the country had to offer. On the contrary, there is much more to Spain than this. Madrid, Barcelona, Andalucia, and the Basque country are just the tip of the iceberg. I can’t believe that in past years I could not see beyond this ignorance in my head.

I could really see myself living in Madrid or Barcelona in the near future, and actually having a base somewhere while I hop about like a mad women on my quest to explore the world. I’ve discovered about myself that I don’t actually like moving destinations every 2 or 3 days. I like to have a bit of time to chill, to just be me.To live in a city, and learn about the way it works. I don’t know if this is just me, but travel for the sake of travel and ticking boxes is never satisfying in the way that going with your gut is to pick where you want to be?

So… my question to you is where do you call home?

For me, Spain is really feeling like home now, but home for me will also always be where my family is, and unless something drastic and unforseen happens, that will always be Scotland. However, I think you can have more than one home. Who says you can’t have more than one special place?

2 Responses to “Where do you call home?”

  1. Mica says:

    I totally agree. Cusco is my home now and my special place, but since I won’t be back to it for a while since I’m off to Australia on a working visa next June, I’ve also fallen in love with Thailand and we want to make Chiang Mai our temporary home in the future as well. We spent 3 1/2 months living here and are leaving in a few days and I’m actually sad.

  2. Rease says:

    I consider Argentina my home, even though I will be leaving it soon :(. This is my 3rd time here, 2 months the firts time, 3 weeks the 2nd and a year and a half living as an expat now. I know I will be back because it just feels like home.

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