Webster's defines home as a place of origin; a familiar or usual setting; and one's place of residence. The word's multiple meanings was definitely evident during the holidays.
Take, for instance.
On one of my many flights, I chatted with my seat neighbour, a young pilot studying his flight manual and who, by the way, could have played my doublemint gum twin, as we wore nearly identical robin's egg-coloured V-necked sweaters. He was interested in things to do in Vancouver and I, not surprisingly, happily suggested some of my favourite activites and sights. Then he asked me where my home was.
Such a simple question but it took me a good 30 seconds of serious pondering with the old saying "home is where the heart is" ringing in the back of my mind. While the majority of my family reside at the end of my flight's destination, a significant member of my family is making the trans-Atlantic journey before me. Although I told the young pilot that Victoria was my home, I figured it was much easier than giving him a long winded, yet one-sided, historical debate about Derby and Victoria.
When we landed into Vancouver -- nearly 30 minutes late, I must add -- the familiar sight of the lights on Grouse Mountain through a rain-streaked window produced a spring in my step as I raced through the airport before the gate closed on my connecting flight. It was then, when I sat on plane for the puddle jump, I have three homes; however, the turbulent ride to the provincial capital should have been a sign for what was expected to come.
Wishing you all the best for 2008 and hoping that you rang in the New Year where your heart is.
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I've been caught saying aberdeen is my home, but I really thought vancouver was my home, until I went back to swift current at Christmas. I then realized that swift would always be my home. funny thing, though, i don't want to move back :)
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