Home is where the heart is.
Just one of those cliché sayings you’re rolling your eyes at? I probably did years ago, too. These past days, though, I found this to be so true again and it gave me some sense of relief. Like I mentioned before I’m moving and currently living in between two apartments spending time at my parents’. I was – and, yes, still am – sad to leave the city I spend four years in. Four years of becoming more independent. Four years of good and bad memories. Four years of learning and laughing. Four years of making mistakes and new friends. Leaving the city that holds all of these memories behind is hard. But these past days at my parents’ I – unlike when I’d visited them since moving to said city before – didn’t miss anything. Because right here, in the countryside and with my family is where home still is and always will be. It’s a relief to notice that this is the one home I will never leave behind and be able to resort to anytime. Today’s Thinking out loud is a little hommage to the place I love the most and that will always be my home. Thanks to Amanda for hosting a party where even the most random posts are welcome [I hope ;)].
And while I try not to label myself there’s one I’ll bear forever: I’m a country bumpkin and I like it. Not that my parents were farmers [far from it] or I grew up on a farm – unless you count living in an old farmhouse. Yet I’m still a countryside girl. Because it means home is where …
… you can start your day steps from the house with a walk through silence. No cars, no traffic.
or a silence only disturbed by the mooing of a curious flock of cows that love running along and playing chase when you run along or come closer to beg for food when you walk. Only not that day you’re bringing your camera so here’s a picture when I had already passed them.
… bikes are the preferred means of transport and cars respect you. Cycling in the city still scarces me. Plus, only in the countryside you can drive through endless fields, forests and get your thoughts sorted out along the ride. Aside from running I find my best ideas and calmth while mindlessly cycling around.
… your mum grows you vegetables in her garden. The one you’ve been crawling about in when you were still a wee little one but sadly never acctually grew anything in. Mostly because you lack a green thumb.
… raspberries come straight from said garden and don’t require a trip to the store [and paying half a fortune for a small clamshell].
And home is where you’re enjoying life with the pe0ple you love most. We’re not a perfect family – what is that even? – but every argument is always followed by hugs and reconciliation. It might take some time because all of us are stubborn but isn’t that what we love our familes for? Even if they don’t want to see their pictures on your blog. (:
Happiness-inducing today: Sewing the first ever pants of my life [pictures to come!]. I might not become a seamstress like my mum but I didn’t do too bad.
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Did you grow up in the countryside or the city? While I obviously enjoyed life in the countryside I’m not saying city life was bad. Both have their perks.
Where or what is ‘home’ for you? The place you grew up? The first city or town you lived in on your own? Or … ?