There are times when I’m driving in a buzzing down the autobahn, or on a stage singing Karaoke at an Irish Pub in Brussels (a horrible rendition of “Like a virgin” might I add), or at a lunch meeting overlooking the Eiffel tower, when everything stands still for a moment and I suddenly think “C, what the hell are you doing here?! How did you end up here? And most of all, how did this all become so normal to you?!”
I often giggle to myself at these times, and wish I could just press pause for a moment, take a good look around and suck in all in. How bizarre all of this would have sounded 5 years ago. If anything I am continually shocked by how normal this all seems, how quickly some place can feel like your home, and how easy it is to feel at home in so many places at once, all at the same time.
I remember the framed print that hung in our front veranda at 414 Rose**** that read “home is where the heart is”. If that’s the case, I should count myself lucky for having so many homes, as I’ve left a little bit of my heart scattered around the globe.
