By definition, home is somewhere that an individual lives on a permanent basis. As a concept however, I think there is so much more to a home than this; I’m not sure home can be dictated purely by location and permanency- so many other factors impact on what makes a home and I think you can feel at home in more than just one place and in fact, have multiple homes.
After writing a post on friendship last week, the next topic I wanted to talk about is love. It’s actually Valentine’s Day today, which I have incredibly mixed emotions about. I remember being single on Valentine’s Day, before Galentine’s Day became a thing in my life, and feeling very much alone. There’s so much marketing around Valentine’s Day that it can make you feel isolated and lonely if there’s not someone special in your life to share it with.
Since moving up north, friendship is something that has been at the forefront of my mind and something that I’ve begun to cherish more and more. It’s one of the loveliest feelings in the world to have someone you can confide in and share your experiences with. Whether it’s every week you check in with friends, or every month or even every year, it’s comforting to know there are people out there who have a connection to you and you to them.
Getting to and arriving at camp was one of the scariest, most nerve wracking and exciting parts of my first summer in America. My flight to Boston was the first flight I ever took by myself and it was the first time I’d been to another country without my parents. Being a nervous flyer, this was somewhat terrifying to say the least- especially given the length of time (three and a half months in a country I’d never been to) and not knowing anyone beforehand.