I’d been living here about eight years when the realisation struck me, taking me by surprise; suddenly the Netherlands feels like home.
England Feels Familiar But is No Longer My Home
Heading back to England these days, seventeen years after leaving, feels like walking back into a house I once lived in.
The kitchen is in the same place it always was. The living room, albeit with a different shade on the walls and a new carpet, bears a resemblance to the room I once kicked off my shoes and relaxed in after a hard day at the office. And yes, the bathroom is the same, yet the unfamiliar shower curtain bugs me and there are toiletries littered on the shelves that I do not use.
It’s like walking into a garden that triggers back fond memories of English summers, BBQ’s with friends and lazy afternoons on the lawn. However, I never planted that row of conifers, and roses blossom where I used to keep my patio chairs.
It has an air of familiarity, but it’s definitely no longer my home. It’s like seeing the shell of a house you lived in, knowing the inside has been completely refurbished.
Like a House Somebody Redecorated
Every time I go back to England it feels like entering a house I once lived in, only someone came in and redecorated in their own style. Somebody splashed colours on the wall and rearranged the furniture, planted new shrubs and flowers and erased the little touches that made it my place.
I know my way around but it is clear I don’t live there anymore.
There Are Things I Miss
When we drive through the rolling English countryside I realise I miss hills and a green, lush landscape.
When we pass a traditional English pub, tucked back on a country road tempting the passer-by with Sunday roast dinners, I cannot deny happy memories flood back, and the desire to have such a stop-off on my doorstep again is overwhelming.
However, despite the memories, when I am back in England I feel like a visitor. I have a past there but no present. Nor a future.
People I love live there but I no longer have a base there. And I probably never will.
When we get into our car and make our way back to Dover to catch the Eurotunnel over to mainland Europe, or head to Harwich to get the ferry back to Hoek van Holland I know I am heading home.
Over to You
Have you reached the stage that The Netherlands feels like home for you? Does your birth country still feel like home? Or is home two or more places? What makes it home?



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