13. May 2015 by swissfitchick
When you’re travelling, you start to wonder if you could live all the places you get to explore.
I am 100% sure that I belong to the beach. And that I am supposed to be in a sunny country. I hate the cold, and my body does too.
I have travelled far in the past 37 years, I’ve been to many places.
New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Boston, San Diego, San Francisco, Las Vegas, Cape Cod, Sydney, Philippines, Thailand, Bali, Italy, France, Germany, Czech Republic, Spain, Ile de la Reunion, Vancouver, Greece, Balearic Islands, Scotland, Ireland, England, Sweden, Denmark, The Netherlands, Portugal, Russia, Egypt, Djerba, Iceland, Colorado. And all over Switzerland.
Home is where your heart is. Which makes it even more difficult, cause my heart opens up too easily and seems to get stuck everywhere. I always wanted to come home from my travels cause I missed my people so much. I never really missed Basel that much and I know I could be without the Swiss quality of life if I had the beach instead. But I had to have my loved ones around me.
Being here is easy and beautiful, light hearted and loose. Would it be the same if I would work at a place like this? Laundry stays laundry. Money stays money – you gotta earn it. Traffic is traffic. I’d even have to change my sleeves if I would work in paradise.
I miss my job and my friends and especially my people at the box a lot. They are what makes me wanna go back home, they are what makes me stay there. They make the place I go home to just that – a home.
I have friends in Sydney. And in San Diego. Cleveland. Kuwait. In Canada. Or in the Philippines. I have family in New York. I wouldn’t be lonely. I took this trip on my own and look – I am surrounded by wonderful people almost the entire time. Taking care of your friends all over the world does this to you. It is the best thing to have connections to all the corners of the world.
So. Facing the fact that in only one week this trip is coming to an end, I start pondering. I am homesick, but I want to stay the gypsy. I want to be back in my box and with my girlfriends, but I want to feel the summer breeze, sand and salt in my hair. I want to eat Mom’s sweet bread and being teased by my big brother, but I want to chat in English all day and having palmtrees in front of my house.
One week to go and I am coming home. Pieces of my heart stay everywhere.
Do you feel at home where you are?
Do you live at the same place today like where you have been born?
Where’s YOUR home?