How lucky You Are: What is Home?
Just got “home” for the holidays. As we were leaving Florence, Tuscany and saying our goodbyes to everyone, I told them I was going “home for the Christmas holidays”. Well, of course my son Giovanni muttered, “Mom, we’re not going home. We’re going to visit our family in Toronto.”
So this brought to mind the inevitable question which I think must be recurring for any nomad or ex-pat who has lived in different places around the world. Where exactly is home? Truly, I think that there’s a tiny bit of who I am scattered among all the places I’ve lived in.
I’ve never once missed the family Christmas dinner since I have been living in Florence now for over 20 years. I realize that the Christmas tradition in my Italo-Canadian family household is too strong, no matter the perpetual battle between nostalgia and pragmatism. I have already come home to 3 long pre-Christmas dinners and I don’t know how I and my waistline will survive the rest. But I’d never have it any other way.
Toronto is my home away from home and always will be. So what is “Home”?
I have a thing for Dr Seuss quotes and this one now comes to mind:
Toronto is my home, it’s where we gather with our family and friends, its comforts are defined by simple, blissful moments. It’s a place of love and peaceful retreat, where you can just be. It always welcomes you with open arms and in my family that means with a plate of freshly made pasta. It is the same kind of experience that I want to create with Me&Mom: a journey to a peaceful retreat together with the people you love. A home away from home.
Let me know: what is home for you?
Happy Holidays and Wishing you all a wonderful 2015 full of health, peace and happiness.