I [ heart ] my home
After a short and mostly relaxing trip to Toronto i returned home. The trip mostly involved long walks through downtown Toronto and an unexpected change of hotels. I will be brief. Me and a friend were on a budget and had to stay in a hostel. We get there and how nice, three rats in the patio and at night a racoon in the window. Anyways, the place was dreadful and we had to change places (which happened very quickly after a desperate call to my father who acted fast to find us another place to stay). And next day we found ourselves in the cuttest bed & breakfast, laying on our comfortable beds and enjoying the coolness of an AC.
Well, trip is finished and i'm home. During the bus trip i looked outside my window for hours and wonder about my homes. This trip to Toronto made me miss Montreal. No, no, Toronto is an amazing city, people are nice and polite, there's a lot going on there (except for the nightlife which, honestly i was very disappointed in). But after coming back from Toronto, and feeling kind of relieved coming back, i couldn't help but wonder - What defines "Home"? Is it the people that live there? Or is it a matter of being comfortable where you are? And if it is, what makes you comfotable in your "home"? Is it the way you feel when you walk and look around and finally find yourself happy where you are? Maybe home is a place that makes you happy.
Montreal makes me happy. And i feel completely comfotable calling it my home because that's where my friends are, where i built a life where i'm used to hang out, walk around. I know downtown like tha palm of my hand and i have it memorized in my head. It is city that has an amazing nightlife and millions of other things to do. It's relaxing and at the same time stressful. It's modern and old. It's fancy and casual. It's crowded but at the same time empty. It's big but also very small.
Of course, at the same time, my other "home" is where i were born, where my family is. This other place never stops being my home because that's where i spent my childhood. The memories of this place make a "home" out of it. And when i go back, the city always smells the same, the people are the same and my family is the same. It's a peaceful place because it gives you comfort and although things change, in my head they don't.
In the end it's a matter of being happy being where you are - feeling comfortable, being able to know you can rely on the people that live there.
Well, trip is finished and i'm home. During the bus trip i looked outside my window for hours and wonder about my homes. This trip to Toronto made me miss Montreal. No, no, Toronto is an amazing city, people are nice and polite, there's a lot going on there (except for the nightlife which, honestly i was very disappointed in). But after coming back from Toronto, and feeling kind of relieved coming back, i couldn't help but wonder - What defines "Home"? Is it the people that live there? Or is it a matter of being comfortable where you are? And if it is, what makes you comfotable in your "home"? Is it the way you feel when you walk and look around and finally find yourself happy where you are? Maybe home is a place that makes you happy.
Montreal makes me happy. And i feel completely comfotable calling it my home because that's where my friends are, where i built a life where i'm used to hang out, walk around. I know downtown like tha palm of my hand and i have it memorized in my head. It is city that has an amazing nightlife and millions of other things to do. It's relaxing and at the same time stressful. It's modern and old. It's fancy and casual. It's crowded but at the same time empty. It's big but also very small.
Of course, at the same time, my other "home" is where i were born, where my family is. This other place never stops being my home because that's where i spent my childhood. The memories of this place make a "home" out of it. And when i go back, the city always smells the same, the people are the same and my family is the same. It's a peaceful place because it gives you comfort and although things change, in my head they don't.
In the end it's a matter of being happy being where you are - feeling comfortable, being able to know you can rely on the people that live there.
posted by CdA at 2:25:00 PM
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