Maya Angelou said, “You can never go home again but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.” Living abroad I have often yearned for home and yet my pilgrimages to the places where I grew up have turned my notions of home upside down.
In December I spent two weeks travelling with my family to places that I had never seen before and I felt more at home in South Africa than I had in the 24 years I lived there, then I returned to Berlin for the wedding of two of my dearest friends and as we prepared for, and celebrated, their beautiful union, I was home. From there I went straight to Lisbon – a new and strange city- and as I immersed myself in its culture, creativity and history my heart brimmed and I was still home.
Heading into 2012 home is on my list and as far as definitions of it go I find myself agreeing with Charles Dickens that “home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than a magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration,” but perhaps even more with the deceivingly simple, age-old mantra, that home is where the heart is. Here’s to a wholehearted year.