I was recently asked if Auckland felt like home and I sat there struggling to answer. The voice in my head was screaming, “Vancouver is my home you idiot – it always has been and always will be”…for the record, that never went over well in Toronto so I knew better this time around and I tried to find a polite way to answer the question. Sadly, I failed miserably and mumbled something about travelling and quickly changed the topic.
This has been stuck in my head since a year ago today is when I landed in Auckland. I came here with a fairytale fantasy about how I was going to be this fabulous travelling gypsy. Ever since I got here, I’ve considered myself a tourist who holds a full-time job. But can you consider yourself a tourist after living and working somewhere for a year? Should I be trying to build a life here instead of plotting and planning my next getaway? What does home is where the heart is mean anyway?
All I know is that I don’t know. I don’t know if I came here for the right reasons or what the right reasons would ever be. What I do know is that despite all the ups and downs I’ve experienced, I still live here and enjoy it on most days (let’s not talk about cold nights and the lack of central heat). I may not be sure if I’ll stay permanently or move on eventually but what I do know is that I don’t have plans to go anywhere anytime soon. So even though I don’t think of this city as home, it’s the one that I’ve chosen to live in. At the end of the day that should count for something right?