One of my favorit songs is called ”To Build a Home”. It's beautiful and has a deeper meaning than to just build a house out of stone, wooden floors and window seals. A physical home is a luxury many of us are blessed to have. My physical home from my childhood; a typical Swedish red wooden house with white corners. My parents bought it befor i was born. Even if i was brough up there in the red house where i took my first step, said my first words, learned how to ride a bike... I still feel so unset in that place that should be the most comfortable place in the world. I guess i miss the feeling of havig our whole family there. Cause a red wooden house with white corners is just a house until the people who live there makes it a home.
I guess i stoped being a home september 11th 2014 when i left. Switzerland bacame my home. The gray, blue and purple snow covered mountains i could see in the horizon when i stood by the Zollikofen tempel bacame my home. The green hills and sunflower feelds of Burgdorf became my home. The weed-smelling streats of Winterthur became my home. The people who lived in these towns became my family. I cared for them, they cared for me. The day I got the call to leave Switzerland was a nightmare. I could not believe it and i cried because i was needed elsewhere.
Austria... Let's say we where of to a though start. I didnt want you to become my home. I wasnt easy to dislike it as much as I imagined i would. The people was beyond sweet. The members where each a beacon of sunlight. Who whould have though that morning when our ”gas alarm” whent of that the red couch in the Pinols home would become my bed many times over for the next year. Who knew that the girls would become my little sisters. Who knew that the guy who found me so irriating would become my next home.
Yes, thats right. Even though i went back to the red wooden house with white corners you where my home Seb. The distance was excruciating. The planerides went to heaven. Litteraly and figurtivly. Home was the red couch. Home was your arms around me. Home was your kiss on my forhead. Home was us planing the future. Home was feeling security that you would always be there even if you wherent... Home was knowing that we loved eachother.
Home is not a place, or someone you meet, but on the same time, it is! I don't have one home anymore, i have many. I don't settle down in one place cause what if i miss out on home? What if i need to find another home. The world is big and got planty of space to explore for a wandrer like me.