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Hometowns

This is my current home. I have been fortunate to call four different places my home, I say fortunate because they were my personal choices to broaden my horizons. Some people have to move out of necessity, which isn’t as enjoyable but I am sure helps with personal development in different ways. I was reading this blog post by Alexandra Kirsch as was typing these words on the theme of ‘home’. Home means something else to everyone.

 

Some people hate the idea of making that move and changing postcode. For me, I need to. I need to have that ever changing perspective and complete change in daily habits. It isn’t easy, however neither is working out. If it was easy everyone would do it and make such an experience less unique. What helped with my motivation to travel was my birthplace, my parents moved to a very small village at the top of a hill just before I was born to be closer to my mothers parents. They lived about 40 minutes away from this house, moving down from Edinburgh for work. The village we moved to was a very close knit community, one of those villages where families have resided for generations. Almost all of my friends growing up had family there and had done for some time. I guess everywhere is like this to an extent, however when I ventured a little further out of the village walls and met people from the same village, they would always ask my family name. I told them it is a family that has only lived there since 1989. It was certainly a conversation killer, I wouldn’t register on the map they tried to find me on via a surname.

I feel this factor was one that didn’t keep me in that village. I never felt like I was settled there and did not find it that difficult to go on travels. My parents and sister felt the same. Although it was home it didn’t feel like home. That said some of my friends still live there and would be surprised if they left. To them it is home.

I have found much, much more opportunity leaving that hometown than I did living there. I got homesick on my first adventure, leaving family and friends was more of an ordeal than leaving the village. But like the struggle of pushups at 6am, benefits are seen as a result. I’ve met people that I wouldn’t have had I stayed. Tried foods I have never heard of and befriended motivational people that have helped me see my own potential.

This is my fourth hometown in three continents, one that I am really enjoying so far.

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  1. Home is what a person makes of it. We have moved many times over the years, as my husband would get restless & take job transfers when they came up. We stayed within the province but as its huge, every place had its differences from people to town/city size, to weather patterns.

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      • Yeah, from the south border to the north border of BC alone is almost a full 24 hour drive. Its 8 hours from my city in the middle of the province to get to Vancouver.

        I always found our moves to be an adventure into a new town, different house, new people, new neighbourhoods & downtowns to learn, as well as learning to dress for different weather patterns, new schools, & friends for the kids, etc.

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  2. You said: “Some people hate the idea of making that move and changing postcode. For me, I need to. I need to have that ever changing perspective and complete change in daily habits.”

    Oh man, that’s me exactly! Glad you said that because I always thought there was something wrong with me in wanting to change locations. But it’s fun to try something new!

    Great post.

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  3. That is so interesting. I’ve heard of families like that who have never lived anywhere else. The same is true in the States. In a town in Texas, if you weren’t born and raised there, you weren’t one of them. Even though so many have moved into the area. When I was doing genealogy, I was fascinated by the my French great-grandfather’s family who all lived in Selencourt and they were watchmakers and clock makers. Generations after generations were born and raised and died there. The same with some of my Irish ancestors, and several Scottish ones. Their families stayed. They did not. And so they moved from Ireland to Scotland to Canada, and from Scotland to Canada, and from France to the US, and from Germany to the US and then to Canada. But from there, all those ancestors continued to move, settling the west of Canada and the US. And some of them, my family, continued to move from one place to another–for jobs mostly. Where is home? Where I’m close to family. Great post!

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    • That was a fascinating read into your family history, thanks for sharing! Thank you for the kind words also, I’m pleased you enjoyed and I agree with your definition of ‘home’. I hope you’re having a great weekend!

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