A dear friend of mine who is considering a permanent move to Paris asked me the other day what I think makes a place ‘home’. It got me thinking. I have been fortunate enough to live in different countries and in various settings before coming to Beautiful Vancouver. In my early twenties I lived for six months in a rural village in Portugal. I loved getting up with the roosters and sitting down to a breakfast of fresh bread and milky coffee served in soup bowls! I loved feeding the chickens and working in the vineyard. There was so much to love about the place and the country but I certainly wasn’t “home” and I knew it. I have lived in crowded and dirty cities and I have lived in history-rich and architecturally-dazzling cities that weren’t ‘home’. I have lived with family and friends and I have lived in my city of birth; a stone’s throw from the hospital I was born in. And yet, I wasn’t ‘home’.
Then I came to Vancouver. I saw it from the air as the plane circled the city before landing and I just knew. I was home. To me ‘home’ is the place where your soul is at peace.
What makes a place ‘home’ to you?