Home = where heart is = ???
It’s only when I left Melbourne and spent a day in Sydney that I finally realized that Melbourne has become a sort of home to me.
I don’t know when it happened, why it happened, but I realized it in the small things. It was probably my flashes of annoyance when I heard people say mildly unpleasant things about the city. Or the fact that I think of the city with such fondness when I’m not around.
I’ve never had two homes before, and it’s a new experience. I don’t miss Singapore any less, or my ~clan/tribesmen/village people~ any less, but I can say with a fair level of certainty that yes, Melbourne has grown on me and yes, it’s home.
It says a lot though, if home is where the heart is, and I consider Melbourne home. Freaks me out slightly, but overall I think all this has been wonderful. :)
