Homeless

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So, I often get the question "Will you be going home these holidays?"

My response is usually a blank stare.

What they mean by "home" is usually Australia.  I don't blame them.  I was raised there... from the ages of 6 to 17 I lived, studied and played in Australia.

But it's not really home.  Not to me, anyway.

I think it's a stunningly beautiful country; its unforgiving nature part of that beauty.

But it's not home.

I rarely mention it in conversation, because it gets tricky to explain.  It also begs the question, so, is Canada home?

Well... no.  Not really.

I love Canada, don't get me wrong.  I am having a far better experience here, what with the writing thing, and my awesome geeky friends, and the whole kung fu family thing... the list is endless.  I also adore the changing seasons, though summer can take a hike, thank you very much.  It's too damned hot right now.

Anyway, if ever we get talking about it - really talking, not the small talk crap that people often do - people seem fascinated by my lack of "home."  The truth is, I haven't really found that deep connection with a place that makes it home.

I didn't love my time in Australia.  I fell in love with Canada gradually (but was very ready to quit the place in the Harper years).

Both are fine places to live.  Neither are really home.

I would be content to live in Canada for the rest of my life, but it's not home.

I don't know where home is.  It doesn't really matter to me at present, either. Right now I live and work and play in Canada, and I'm enjoying it very much.

What about you?  Where's home for you, or are you like me, a wanderer enjoying their time?

I'm curious.