How can home be defined?
Home is where your heart is.
Here’s a quick question: what if your heart is in two different places, what happens then?
I flew back to Malaysia recently to visit family and friends after living in Melbourne for three years. At first, I was taken aback by all the changes in structures, relationships, etc that happened in the past few years. But then, it was back to embracing familiar faces; people that I held so dearly despite the geographical distance.
I had such a fun time for twelve days, and before I knew it, it was time to leave. It was time to say goodbye – again. It hurt, it really did. There I was on the plane, eating my meal with tears rolling down my cheeks as reality hit me. My holiday was just a holiday. It was never meant to take place of the life I was meant to live.
So, I guess Melbourne is home. I’ve got my immediate family, close friends, church and everything that grew close to my heart after three years. It’s been three days and I’m still trying to embrace the fact that I’m in a different country from where I was a few days ago.
Going to Malaysia was revisiting my past. Things seemed a lot easier, but comfortable zones never help you grow as a person. Since you’re nicely curled up comfortably, you just end up being fat and lazy. There are challenges for me here in Melbourne. As prickly as things may seem to be at times (a lot?), I know that it is for my own good. And indirectly helping others around me as well. Revisiting Malaysia was meant to equip me with confidence and a strong sense of security before stepping into the whirlwind of changes in Melbourne again.
I just need to know where my heart is, and I should be able to do this. J
