I often find myself thinking of where ‘home’ is. I have finally come to the realisation that the concept of being at ‘home’ is perhaps a feeling rather than a place, yet I still remain constantly intrigued by how all of us live under very different kinds of roofs. The options are indeed endless: apartments, bungalows, penthouses, cottages, the ‘modern’ home, caravans and so forth. This post is a snippet into the places that I’ve come across thus far that remind me of what its like to feel at ‘home’.
STUDYING ABROAD // TIPS & ADVICE (written by Rach)
We were landing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. “What if I don’t make friends?”, “What if I hate it here?” These sorts of questions dawned in on me upon arrival. I was excited, nervous and in the midst of an internal break down all at once. After being in transit for over 24 hours this was not at all surprising, but the thought of being here in Sweden all the way from Australia was a little frightening to be completely honest. In retrospect, it is clear that these feelings were completely natural; being uncertain in the face of uncertainty and also having general anxiety over a new experience. As I look back though I wouldn’t change any of it … read more to find out why and some tips on why you should consider studying abroad too.
It’s funny how when we enter a natural place we often feel a sense of heaviness lifted off of our shoulders, especially when we enter alone or otherwise with a fellow animal companion. To all other city dwellers, it is often difficult to escape from being constantly surrounded by other people. People are great don’t get me wrong, but all people think and this means subconsciously we judge others whether we wish to do so or not. To understand this should not make you dislike the thought of being around other people, as prejudices are attached to personal inclinations and by no means are a depiction of the person that you are. Nevertheless giving yourself a break from the some times daunting and intimidating human world by resorting to nature will also do yourself a world of good:
A few months back I was sitting on the train with two friends and all of us happened to be girls. A homeless man started to engage in conversation with us, in which none of us felt uncomfortable with until the words that came out of his mouth were blatantly sexist and of a discriminative nature. We all had our phones out and he repeatedly said ‘I’ll never fuck a woman that uses phones like you all do’. Then he went on a tangent stating that our generation is having more gay children as a result of women’s phone use whilst pregnant. I remained silent at the time but I wish I chose to raise my voice, if not for myself, then for the ones that have to deal with such ignorant backlash all the time for simply being who they are…