Home as a memorial place and how to rebuild a new meaning.
The first words that I wrote when I came here were:
“What is there to say? There is a dissociation present. My body has landed but my soul is there. I'm still living with my Dutch friends in mind.
Not fully present at the moment. A tourist of the sun. A student
of a new reality. Because now that I am home, how do I
relate to it? I have arrived but how do I define it?
How do I make sense of this place that I am
supposed to call home? That's the
real question.’
The longer that I am here, the more I seem to surrender to the idea that home is undefinable. It is an ever evolving concept. I see home as a resemblance of life and it is therefore incomprehensible as a definitive thing. And while we often wish for it to be just beautiful, only kind, solely warm and exclusively nurturing, it is not. Our dreams are yet to be big enough to overpower reality. I wish us all good luck tho, because we know better than to fairytale our shelters and sacred spaces into delusion. When has life ever offered us a monolithic experience of all things good?
But here we are remembering and recalling the best of things of a specific space, land, or moment in order for that thing to be rich enough to fit our mental snapshot of it. I mean, we all know the feeling where we can’t wait to go home and be with family, until we are actually there and need breathing exercises to stay calm in family discussions. Or when we finally have the chance to indulge in delicious home-made or local meals, but are simultaneously bombarded with questions like ‘when will you get married?’, at every single bite you take. Still, we prefer to not pack those memories in our luggage, in order to hold on to our hallmark dream for as long as possible.
Because if our chosen homes can’t even be exclusively tender, soft, safe and of belonging, where can we freely let our hair down in this lifetime? Where can we hear the oceans whisper sensitivity in our hearts?
And if not, in the presence of our family, where can we feel rooted, seen, connected and represented?