"Home, home, home, it was home I was wanting, and it was HOME I came to, brothers."
People will forgive me, I hope, to quote Anthony Burgess again, and his most famous novel again, so early after my last post in English. I was just thinking about it today: how long does it take to feel at home somewhere? I feel home in the flat where I am, I have been feeling home relatively quickly here, but it was partially because we had spent almost a month in B&Bs before we found a place, technically homeless (because of a nasty former employer). This flat was a haven. I think the fact that it took us so long to get here is maybe one of the reasons why we ended up staying here much longer than I thought we would. But I don't feel as comfortable here as I did in my old flat in Montreal. I don't think I will ever feel at home like this again. I usually feel home somewhere very quickly. In Montreal it was a matter of days, in Liverpool it was when I first visited the Victorian house I was going to be spend the year in. I knew that this is where I wanted to be for a year. But I wonder also sometimes if there is a day when all this will feel foreign to me and I will feel the need to move, not so much for practical reasons (although there most likely will be some), but because I feel it is time to find somewhere else. I wonder sometimes if it is not the home that finds us.
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