There's no one place like home for an expat
When Dorothy clicks the heels of her ruby slippers and asks to “go home” she knows exactly where that is: Kansas City and her Auntie Em’s place. If I were to put on those slippers I would be confused – there are so many people I feel at home with and so many places I have called home on opposing sides of the world – where would I go?
Over time, home to me has been in a number of towns, cities and even countries. There were the student digs in Leicester, the bachelorette pad in Sydney and the lovely house I live in now with my husband and four-year-old boy in Newcastle, New South Wales. If my son says “I want to go home,” I know exactly where he means. As an expat however my sense of “home” is hard to pinpoint.
When my son goes to bed and I sink into our worn leather sofa, ready for that first sip of wine with my husband after a long day, I am at home and I am happy to be there.
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