Finding a place to call home

Finding a place to call home

As a boy, I remember hearing many times that people tend to move home every seven years, the so-called “seven-year itch”. I am not sure how true that is, but I kind of understand the sentiment behind this speculation.

Life is a constantly changing flow; sometimes good, sometimes easy and conversely, sometimes things are not as we would want. But changing home isn’t something that many take likely. Indeed, I have also heard said, that moving home is one of the most stressful endeavours that we go through in our lives.

As a person that has no problem with moving, at this time in my life I have started to ponder if my perpetual changes are due to my not having truly found a place that I can truly declare as my “home”.

Maybe my immigrant heritage is the reason, or perhaps it is my love of adventure, regardless life’s journey has taken me to live in foreign lands and unfamiliar places more often than many of my peers.

Today, I find myself thinking of moving again, however this time is different. I can’t quite place what’s different, but it’s definitely different. I feel that I want a home. It’s been six years since we suddenly left Turkey, to return to the UK, yet it is not the place to which I want to return.

What I do know is that I am ready to leave the UK again. I want to somewhere that has a warm climate. I want to live in a place where the pace of life is more melodic, a place where spending an hour for lunch isn’t frowned upon.

Don’t get me wrong, Turkey does indeed offer this lifestyle, however despite the Mediterranean tranquillity and eclectic arabesque mix, it’s not home. So, for the next couple of years I shall look for a new destination, a new land that give me that feeling of inner peace.

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