Since I turned 18, the longest period of time I've lived in Dorset, is 3 months. For the last 3 years, I've been flitting between countries, between towns, between cities, but have never fully committed myself to returning 'home'.
When I'm at university, just outside of London, I refer to Dorset as home. But when I'm in Dorset, going back to uni, I also say I'm returning home.
I promise that's not just a really 'cool story bro' I wanted to share with you all. The point is, it's sometimes hard when you're in a limbo, to figure out where your home is. Home should be where you're most comfortable, where you feel safe, but is that a house? Or a town? Or people?
If my parents told me tomorrow they were moving to the other side of the country, the chances are, I probably would rarely (if ever) come back to Dorset. I'd probably pop back to see a couple of friends, but for the most part, my friends are finding their own new homes too.
Please bare with me on this post, I feel like it's 99% a virtual word vomit.
I think a large part is the realisation I'm growing up. It's been creeping on me slowly and steadily, but there's a feeling of limbo I associate with being a student and between homes. I know my mum would read this and probably be all 'Don't be stupid Alice, Dorset's your home'. But with most of my school friends having moved away at some point over the last 3 years, I don't have anything other than my parents, that keeps me here. Oh, and Finca coffee shop because hello have you ever tasted coffee so good??? (No).
This thought process has almost given me a bit of an epiphany really. If anything, it's made me realise how much I don't want to move back in with my parents after university (asides from the summer or a short term thing). I don't know if things would be different had I lived in Dorset my entire life, maybe I would always call it my home. But because I've only lived there since age 11, I have memories in other places too. And the prospect of making more memories somewhere else is something I'm really excited about.
I feel like this blog post is just a giant mess of words. I'm not sure how it's come across/if anything has come across at all ever.
Before I disappear for todays blog post, I do want to quickly plug my friend Lauren, who released her latest music video at midnight last night. It's amazing and I am 100% sure you will love it. I don't feel too bad saying this as I've already said it to her, but I think it's her best yet. Check out Kicks here!
Ciao for Now!
x
When I'm at university, just outside of London, I refer to Dorset as home. But when I'm in Dorset, going back to uni, I also say I'm returning home.
I promise that's not just a really 'cool story bro' I wanted to share with you all. The point is, it's sometimes hard when you're in a limbo, to figure out where your home is. Home should be where you're most comfortable, where you feel safe, but is that a house? Or a town? Or people?
If my parents told me tomorrow they were moving to the other side of the country, the chances are, I probably would rarely (if ever) come back to Dorset. I'd probably pop back to see a couple of friends, but for the most part, my friends are finding their own new homes too.
Please bare with me on this post, I feel like it's 99% a virtual word vomit.
I think a large part is the realisation I'm growing up. It's been creeping on me slowly and steadily, but there's a feeling of limbo I associate with being a student and between homes. I know my mum would read this and probably be all 'Don't be stupid Alice, Dorset's your home'. But with most of my school friends having moved away at some point over the last 3 years, I don't have anything other than my parents, that keeps me here. Oh, and Finca coffee shop because hello have you ever tasted coffee so good??? (No).
This thought process has almost given me a bit of an epiphany really. If anything, it's made me realise how much I don't want to move back in with my parents after university (asides from the summer or a short term thing). I don't know if things would be different had I lived in Dorset my entire life, maybe I would always call it my home. But because I've only lived there since age 11, I have memories in other places too. And the prospect of making more memories somewhere else is something I'm really excited about.
I feel like this blog post is just a giant mess of words. I'm not sure how it's come across/if anything has come across at all ever.
Before I disappear for todays blog post, I do want to quickly plug my friend Lauren, who released her latest music video at midnight last night. It's amazing and I am 100% sure you will love it. I don't feel too bad saying this as I've already said it to her, but I think it's her best yet. Check out Kicks here!
Ciao for Now!
x
Here comes your number one fan/commenter!! I totally get what you're saying though, most of my friends have moved out of my little town and I also live fairly near to London, so naturally the next step for me is the big city. I've loved growing up in Hampshire but there's really nothing there for me at the moment and I would literally feel so trapped if I went back for good! So, as soon as exams are over I'm giving myself a month to find a job....... l o l .
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HAHahaha I live for your comments don't worry! I completely agree, I think it's just a scary realisation that it's not like my little bubble anymore! x
DeleteI totally get what you mean! I guess for me, home is where my family is. But once you've started to expand your horizon, it becomes more difficult to have just one place you call home.
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Home is definitely wherever family is, but that doesn't always mean its the town you grew up in! I loved this post, as I've just gotten back from being home. I just love it.
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