Home for Christmas

The word "Home" is a peculiar word. It symbolises the place you go home to every day after school or work, where you eat, sleep and can relax and be your self properly. Some people love being home, and are dreading going out the door everyday, and some just pop by their house to get the necessary 8 hours of sleep. However, I think we all can agree that home is a good place to be.

When we discussed the Christmas break at uni, we were all agreeing on that we were finally going home. Home to were our parents are, home to our siblings, home to old friends. What I find a bit strange is that this place has always been the place we call home, but then again, after moving out, it isn't our home anymore. Everything looks the same, everything feels the same, but its not. This isn't where we live.

I wonder what it takes for us to not call it home anymore. When did my parents stop calling my grandparents house home? The certainly doesn't to it now. You will always have memories from the childhood years; playing on the floor, baking cakes, bringing your first boyfriend home. Every corner of the house has a memory. You can walk into one room on the second floor and at once you think of that time where the funny thing happened, or when you got that call accepting your first job. It is just like yesterday, you remember the smell of the almost finished dinner mom is making downstairs, the music thats playing on the radio, or you just remember that feeling you had in that exact moment.

Although coming home from Christmas was all i wanted in the world after finishing all the assignments of the semester, I did it with a bit of melancholy. I knew that when I came home, I would see how everything had changed. I would see how the house was doing fine without me. Oh, how I would love if everything could be as it was before. Everyone I love around the table on Christmas eve, having the same conversations again and again, but I guess its time to face the truth and grow up.  After all I did moved out, I have my own home now and I couldn't be happier with my life at the moment. Going home will never be the same, but then again, thats probably a good thing?

Norwegian tree at Trafalgar Square