We’ve been back on island for about a week now after our first visit home to Toronto since moving to Cayman. It was so wonderful to be home and to have so many things to celebrate: we witnessed our beautiful friends, Kathleen and Stephen, get married, celebrated my Granny’s 82nd birthday, my parents’ 29th wedding anniversary, and my 28th birthday. We saw friends and family, dined at our favourite restaurants, and even managed to catch a Jays game! And though it was freezing and seemed to rain every day, I loved curling up in my sweats with a book next to the roaring fire, usually with Billy, my parents’ black and white Havanese, on my lap.
While I was back, I was asked by my friend and founder of the lifestyle brand Canalien & Co., Sydney Binnington, to define “home” and where it was for me.
And I found it incredibly difficult to answer.
I use the word “home” in so many ways. To my colleagues, I described my visit to Toronto as “a trip home.” After a long day at work, I say to Ben, “Let’s go home,” referring to our new apartment in George Town. I feel “at home” at our family cottage in Muskoka. And “home” (when referring to the place we live) over the last two months has included:
- Our Leslieville apartment
- Ben’s parents’ house in Cayman
- My parents’ house in Toronto
- Our new apartment
So, I wonder: Is home where you’re from? Where you rest your head at night? Is it where you feel most familiar? Where you’re trying most to settle in? Comment below and let me know what you think!