What would you proclaim home? And by that I mean, would you say brick and mortar or flesh and bone? Many would argue that ‘love’ is the longest word in the English language but I would argue ‘home’ is even longer. Love is housed by home and the cloud is never bigger than the sky meaning love could never be bigger than home. I have been pondering lately on where I belong. With the upcoming eleven thousand-mile move across oceans back to New Zealand, Savs birthplace, I am left wondering where home actually is. Not only the where but also the what.

If you hear the word home where does your heart immediately fleet to? I believe one thing we can all agree on is that home is not home without love. Although they are not synonymous, they hold hands crossing the street. They go to the same bakery and although home loves a pain au chocolat and love has a crush on pain aux raisin, they are almost the same. If you saw their school photos you wouldn’t be confident enough to bet your lunch on who was who. The person I love is my home yet I still class this country as my home. And for years I have had them both in a single serving and I haven’t experienced one without the other in a very long time. When we strip everything away, what exactly is home? I don’t believe the dictionary definition to be accurate. What an insult to suggest home is purely the permanence of living. I find home more in people than I do places. More so in Sav than anybody else. A home wouldn’t be a home without the people, without the family, without the friends. Home wouldn’t be home without love. So let me leave this short and sweet but leave it with a question. What is home to you? Is it a feeling or a place? Or maybe even a little bit of both….

Part two of the story is coming next week! If you missed the first, read it HERE

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Home is a great song but do you remember when they played this in the Amazing Spiderman movie. I cried for like a week:

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