Monday, 9 June 2014
It's coming up to a week until I go back to Croatia, until I go back home. I have a strange relationship with Croatia; I have lived in Auckland my entire life, yet I am constantly homesick for Croatia. I am a New Zealander yes, but I feel like such a foreigner being here. I crave the stone houses of the village that I'm from and the azure blue waters that surround the coast. It's where I feel at home, it's where I'm happiest, it's just home. Home isn't where your house it, nor where your friends and family necessarily are, it's where you feel you are happiest. Home doesn't even need to be a place, it can be a person, a thing, anything really. It's whoever, whatever, wherever that makes you feel content and happy and like you're living right now and not worrying about the past or the future. Home is where you don't feel alone, it's somewhere that no matter what happens you can go back to and feel okay. It's something special, the connection you have with this place/person/thing. Home for me is in a little white house, right next to a little trail that leads to the beach, surrounded by my family in Croatia. I've been homesick for five years now and I don't think it's hit me yet that that home sickness with be subsided in only a matter of days. Right now I can't wait to be back and explore my home, to get to know it better and let every detail sink into my mind. I just can't wait to be back home.