After the desire for travelling around the world has been fulfilled, glasses have been tossed, speeches proclaimed and carved into the letters and notebooks, our hearts start trembling for peace and a place, a spacious room, to settle down at one point. Along with the search for such a space to sink into, one should not wonder about the confusion of what decision to make – where to drop the anchor at, tied to a lovely and cosy sofa.
Of course, for most of us it is way too early to already be stuffing our heads with the thought of where to remain and start growing that tree, building a house and having a child. However, it is always good to have a feeling and an idea or even a principle, whichever way you prefer to call it, about what you call your home.
I shall give you my point of view though, and it is up to you to tell me if you have the same picture on the wall in your head. As I have been walking about the globe for quite some time, seeing different places and people, I am still craving to continue doing so but there has been a growing feeling of my new home, here in Tallinn. That feeling started protruding when I was in the U.S. for three months, after my first year in Estonia, and I could not shake that feeling off. A strange spiritual matter kept on eating me from the inside, nagging me to turn back to Tallinn, just a few days before the Labour Day.
Once I had come back to the northern capital in the Baltics, I cried with an unbridled joy – I saw my friends again, resumed my university routine, and embraced vigorous night lifestyle of the Old Town. Another half a year was full of adventures and emotions. Sadly or not, I had to go to Germany as an Erasmus student – the place I wanted to explore such a long time ago. During that one year and a half there, I kept on coming once in a while back to Estonia to visit my friends and - enjoy the surroundings. I am not trying to say that I did not enjoy Germany at all, it is just that I did not really feel myself at home there, even though I liked the place a lot and had awesome German friends as well as Ukrainian ones. What a lovely journey it was!
My heart skipped a beat once I finally landed back to Estonia last August though and it did so for a reason: I met my new lovely Italian flatmates, old friends, and undying spirit of adventurous fever...so after all those years I have finally figured something out.
That something was a simple thought that no matter where you end up, the feeling of home amounts to a dream job, trustful friends and love. Once you got that triangle mix, trust me, you will feel happy and complete. What else makes us feel alive and vibrant if not those three components? Amazing job keeps you happy, expanding your limits and extending your knowledge; friends are there to be your rain in the desert sky and the fire in the darkest night; and love makes your dreams come true and is your guide in this wild and joyfull life journey. Would you not agree that home could be anywhere? After all, a couch is a couch, and it is up to you which colour it is and who to share it with.
