Sunday, 5 February 2012

Someplace to call home

I was born here in Canada...not 45 minutes from where I'm writing this actually. In Sarnia, Ontario, Canada which boarders with Port Huron, Michigan, USA. Aside from the one year that I lived in Michigan for when I was a kid (7 or 8), and then here in London, Ontario, Canada (where I am currently) where I went to school, then high school...met my husband, got married and left with him for Kingston, Ontario while he was in the Canadian military (among various other locations). I lived in Canada my entire one year.

He has since retired and we have since returned home to London. We've already discussed the fact that the likely hood of this being our "final" place is unlikely. I have yet to speak about this to any of my friends so some of them who may read this...may find it surprising. However truth be told, none of them have plans to stay here either in the long it doesn't matter much. I'm not talking about doing this TOMORROW...and possibly it may never happen. I would love for it to...but I think a lot would have to happen to get it all in place.

Recently my husband posed to me this question. Where would I want to live?

The funniest thing about this whole thing is, even if I cut all family and friends out of the equation (including my kids) and just listen to my heart...where I want to go -- is somewhere I have never been (not even to visit). At least...not in this lifetime. My response to Alan was truthful, quick and earnest. And I know you're going to roll your eyes. But it's not the reason why you think.

I would love to live in the UK. I would love to move there and live.  

If my true ultimate goal is to be a writer/novelist...then what better place to be than the birthplace of Shakespeare? 

Have you ever felt when you go somewhere that you're coming home? Even though you've never lived there? I feel that way when I look at photos of the UK, or movies that take place in the UK...or even a British accent (although the same goes for Scottish and Irish as well). I feel...serene, comfortable...I feel...home. Which is an odd statement to make since I've never been there. The ONLY other place I've ever felt that way about even remotely is Toronto, but I don't want to live there. 

I don't know if I will ever move to the UK. I would love to, truly...and my husband is right on board with it. I think he'd be elated if we managed to move to the UK. Perhaps that's a goal we'll have to work toward together. Doing something for us, after all...once the kids move out, and it's just he and I -- shouldn't we do something that makes us happy?


One Last Glimpse,


1 comment:

  1. I had exactly that feeling when I lived in London. It was only for three months, but they remain three of the most vivid months of my life in my memory. It was partly due to raising myself on a diet of Dickens: I walked the streets and every name, every landmark was familiar. It was the oddest feeling ... of being in a place utterly familiar, yet completely new.