When we first came to the Middle East I had quite a strong idea of where I was moving from, a small village in West Sussex, and how I felt about the project of living abroad. It was a sojourn, a temporary move all be it for some years perhaps, but there was not much doubt that before I knew it we would be back. When you are doing something completely new and unknown you can only guess as to how it's going to make you feel or act. Time spent playing out your new life can quickly change your point of view.
|East Preston, a jolly nice place.|
It dawned on me that when you consider where you're from the only thing you have absolutely no choice in is where you are born, although there are probably not many five year olds who get to choose either. So my answer changed to the city where it all started for me, 'I'm from London', if pushed I could list the places where I've lived since leaving there, but that's the essential truth. It's also an answer that needs less explanation as to its' geographical location. If further detail was required, I could reveal that I'd lived in the cheapest place on a Monopoly board, thanks Parker Bros., still traumatised by that.
|Luv a duck, it's Laaandon, cor blimey guv'nor. As Dick Van Dyke may have said..|
Ultimately what this has re-enforced in me is a belief that life is not so much about the place where you reside at a given time but more about the people you're spending your time with, at work or on holiday. If you're fortunate to have support from people who care about you and who you care about, location is just a formality. I would never have really appreciated that without experiencing the adventure we've enjoyed for the last year.
Vive la difference..