Home is where.....

the heart is, or is that so?

Some people feel that a place defines us, or more importantly, our happiness. Perhaps the vibes and the atmosphere of a location shape our personality and to a certain extent, affect our emotions.
Yet I wonder, does it really matter where we live as long as we have our loved ones by our side? Surely it does not, unless of course we are referring to places which are out of the equation for good reasons. If that’s the case, then it makes sense that we just go there on our own and leave our loved ones behind.

Before I came here, I never knew whether I could make it. Despite I had visited this country before and everyone kept saying how great the city was, it didn’t stop me from worrying as I knew the situation, or more precisely, the challenges I would be facing.

Yet somehow, I knew things will be alright as I had her.

As I told someone today, home is where the heart is. It doesn’t matter where our journey takes me and her as long as we have each other, although I think it will certainly add topping to the ice cream if the place has anything related to Hannah Montanna. No, I have to rephrase. Hannah Montanna items are definitely part of the requirements.

I believe if we have our loved ones by our side, things will work out better than we’d imagine. I have seen many friends triumphed their way through when they lived in a foreign place, even if it wasn’t accommodating to their needs.

If somehow it is better and practical to live apart (as I know some of my MDs have to leave their family behind as the kids are facing their exams), I’m sure we look forward to the trip to spend time with them. The long haul journey feels smooth, the wooden house with only a bathroom to be shared by all looks fun, the cold freezing weather (or the opposite!) is welcomed with open arms, etc.

It is when we contemplate to the journey to meet our “loved ones” that we should ask ourselves, where does our heart belong..