My Journey Home

Nov 25, 2010

As I sit on the plane waiting to arrive in Sydney in a few short hours, I cannot help but have all the memories cycle through my mind; ones that I have spent the last year recounting in this blog. Of course I immediately think of my first love – the country itself, and then come all the other memories like a tidal wave, both good and bad, of friends and moments that I can remember as if I had just left yesterday.

I am listening to Powderfinger’s Wishing on the Same Moon on my iPod and it has all become too much and I’ve begun to tear up. Dammit! No tissues!

What people, especially my family, do not understand are all the little reasons why I love this place so much, and if I had been presented with different circumstances, in an alternate universe, I would never have left. They draw the conclusions that I just miss my mates, but I do have great mates in Canada as well – ones that I love very much; it’s all so much deeper than that.

My mother angrily remarked at one point years ago that I must have been an Australian in another life – and I think she was right. From the moment I stepped off the plane it was an indescribable feeling, like I was finally coming home – and that was even before I met anyone or fell in love.

Australia was the first place that I really felt like I belonged. Before then, I had been so wrapped up in competitive sports that I really didn’t have time to be a part of a solid ‘group’ of friends and I dreaded situations where having one would have come in handy. Although I know she thought I was a little crazy when she first met me, Kayla was the first person I met that went to my new school and still to this day is one of my best mates.

Now The Whitlams’ Melbourne has come on. Fantastic! Where are the God damn tissues, Quantas?!




It was also the first place that I really got to explore who I was as an individual and as a young woman. It was where I got into some serious situations – ones that I do not regret but definitely apologise for, with all sincerity. It annoys me when people say about themselves, “I was a different person back then.” I don't really see how that's possible. For me, I was the same person then as I am today – just a whole lot wiser and a little bit fatter. That young woman is a part of me – and she had a big role in helping me learn from my mistakes and grow up.

When I returned a couple years later, I rented my first flat in Melbourne and except for a little financial assistance, it was where I truly became responsible for every aspect of my life as a young adult. Before that, I had lived either at home or on campus in nice little protective bubbles.

Machine Gun Fellatio’s Unsent Letter has just started. Seriously? Who picked these songs? Oh yes, me. :)




That song brings me to my final point that it was here where I had lost my heart for the first time. I have never met anyone else that had quite the same intense experience that I had with Jim, and perhaps that is why it is forever etched on my heart like a treasured battle scar.

Maybe when people remain in the same place whilst growing up and having all these ‘coming of age’ experiences, geography doesn't usually play a factor – but for me, they were mostly all experienced in a separate location from where I lived; all these memories are all wrapped up with a perfect little bow, and is why I cannot separate the country from the experiences – they are one, and always will be.

Melbourne, baby, I’m coming home!


A Mother Life

7 comments:

  1. crazyladyx5 said...:

    It is rare for someone to really find where they belong like that. You make it sound so sweet. I know you miss your friends and family from abroad, but they are always in your heart.

  1. I had a similar romantic experience many years ago while I was in Spain on summer vacation. There really is no other feeling like having a romance abroad, especially when you really connect with that person. I am passing by and following from Monday Mingle. Thank you for participating and I hope to see you there again every Monday.

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  1. Deanna said...:

    I completely understand the emotional attachment to a particular place. That's how I feel about New Orleans. When I go there it's like I'm completely at home. I'd love to visit Australia, too.

  1. Lady Estrogen said...:

    Awe, I'm jealous that yours is so much closer - so my visits wouldn't have to be a once-a-decade thing.
    On the flight home, right after take off, they had a video of some musician performing "I still call Australia home" Are you freakin' kidding me? I had to take off the headset; it was torture. hahaha.

  1. therhythmmethod said...:

    I'm a Melbourne girl, born and bred. I totally get why you feel at home here. It's such a cosmopolitan city, great music, great art and culture. Great post.
    Have you listened to much Paul Kelly. For me, whenever I think Melbourne I think of him. Not 90s alternative music, but a great solo artist and storyteller.
    Cheers.

  1. Molley Mills said...:

    OMG I'm tearing up reading your comment! I always cry when they put 'I still call Australia home' on during taxi to the terminal . The first time we flew home for a visit I cried when they said G'day serving my VB :) It's kinda nice to know you understand me....
    Thanks for hooking up at the Hump Day Hook Up

  1. Linda Roy said...:

    My emotional attachment place is New York. I've felt a connection with that city my whole life. I'd love to someday get a chance to go to Australia.

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