Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Home

So lately, I've been thinking a lot about that thing called "Home". Very common word yet so complex. Although the Oxford's Online English dictionary's definition is: " The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household", I wouldn't define it like that myselfFirst of all, who lives anywhere permanently?
What's the first thought that comes to your mind when you hear the word "home"?
Me on holiday when I was little, with my family in France 
After moving to England and getting a new job, I've recently had to meet a lot of people I had never met before and therefore tell them a bit about myself so they could get to know me a bit better. When you first meet people, the most common questions are: "What's your name?" and "Where do you come from?". The first question: easy to answer. The second one: not so easy for me... quite difficult to answer actually, and time consuming. My initial response, that I keep in my thoughts and do not share out loud is: "Oh no... that will take me 20mins for me to answer if I want them to understand..". I'm a third culture kid. If you don't know what that is, that's ok, I'll explain. Basically, both my parents come from different countries. So I have both nationalities. However, I wasn't born in either of them. I was born in another country, which kind of means that a bit of me belongs to all three countries.
So what do I consider to be my home? To be honest, I still don't know how to answer that question completely.
Me supporting Team GB at the Olympic Games in 2012
Yes, I come from Belgium as I was born there but, in Belgium (especially when I went to a Belgian school) I'm known as "the English girl", then when I go to France and speak French, I'm known as the "Belgian one" because of my accent and then when I go to England , I'm known as "the French one" because people can tell my English accent is a little different. I am therefore, a mixture of 3 countries and to feel complete or 100% me, I need all 3 of them. Wherever I go, I always feel like a little piece of me is missing and there is no way I can be in all 3 places at once. *Hello identity crisis*. I spent my holidays as a kid going to England (where most of the rest of my family lives) thinking I was going "home" or went on holidays to France to visit other members of my family. When I'd go to England or France I'd feel like a tourist and then when I'd go back to Belgium, I was technically an immigrant although I didn't really feel like one as I had always lived there, which confused me a lot. I didn't know where I belonged. The thing is, I love the smell of waffles and chocolate and chips, just as much as I like having croissant, just as much as I like Yorkshire pudding or English breakfast. I can't choose.

Me supporting Belgium at the Football World Cup this year
Having said all of that, I must say that now that I'm living in England and will be for the next couple of years, I know I will get to know this country better than Belgium or France. Growing up in Belgium, as a kid, you only pay attention to the activities you do or the friends you make etc. Politically speaking I had NO idea what was going on. I know Belgium sometimes has a government and sometimes doesn't haha. Apart from the friends I made there or the places I've been to in Belgium, I don't feel like I know Belgium that well.. I still need a map to go anywhere! Now, I'm almost 18 and almost able to vote, I feel like I should know what goes on in England (and France and Belgium but England is my priority as I live there) in a more general way (that includes politics, education system etc.) ! So I'm now slowly learning about all of those things. Another question I often ask myself is: "What does it really mean to be British, or French or Belgian anyway?". We're all the same human beings, just born in different places. A piece of me relates to each of the 3 countries and that's how it is and I like it that way. Because of it,  I've had the opportunity to know a bit about 3 different countries and speak different languages. I believe it also helps me stay open minded on world issues as well.

This is exactly what I've been trying to explain haha ! 
Coming back to the word "home", I think we all have several. The one/ones we grew up in and then where we end up when we're adults. Now, being an adult from the age of 18 means you'll live in many different places during your adult life. Some people spend their childhood moving from one place to another for so many different reasons (parents get divorced, problems in the family so live somewhere else with other people, parent changes job etc.) . Also, not every child grows up with their parents. Some people might feel more at "home" at boarding school for instance than at their house.
Every life is different, as is every home.
I wouldn't personally define home as a place but as a feeling of belonging, wherever that is.


Monday, 17 November 2014

Autumn

Autumn.

Until last year, autumn was my least favourite season. Now, it's one of my favourites! So what made me change my mind?
My idea of autumn used to sound a lot like this: "Oh, it's cold and windy and it's getting darker at 4pm.. Everyone has a cold which means I'm going to get one one too, like I do every year (thanks to my sh*tty immune system). Great. Ok, there you go, now I'm sick. Because of it, I'm tired and can't work well and am so unproductive. Wait, and now I have a cough? Well that won't go until February. Oh and what's that? my skin's getting dry. Let's go buy some cream that won't work and will only add an extra thing to do in the morning before school. And now it's raining. MY HAIR! Ugh."


Bonfire night in Oxford 
Yes, I do get sick quite easily and yes it gets colder and darker, but what about the hot chocolates to keep you warm, the big old jumpers, getting your boots out, wearing cosy socks (wearing some right now actually!) , the burgundy/mustard/dark green and blue colours of clothes in shops, the conkers, the pumpkins, the beautiful coulours of the leaves, Halloween (aka sweets), the fireworks (if you live in England, Bonfire night is magical!), watching the raindrops run down your window while you're tucked in your duvet watching films, knowing Christmas isn't that far away, and using the excuse of it getting darker to light more candles!

Autumn sounds better like that, right?



Next to the photo of my feet (please focus on the leaves!), below, is a beautiful quote about Autumn, from Lauren DeStefano, I believe: "The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale". Isn't that such a beautiful way to put it?


                         

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Sunday, 16 November 2014

Hello (again)

Well hello there.
I've been absent for quite some time. Oops.
Perhaps, reintroducing myself wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Since my last post, I have completed my secondary school education or "graduated from high school" as Americans would say, I've dyed my hair,  I've moved country and I now have a job so I think it would be safe to say that a few things have changed. Having said that, my name is still Sophie and I still love Ketchup (always have, always will) and in my opinion Harry Potter is still the best story ever written and I still order a pizza Margherita with a coke each time I go to an Italian restaurant or any restaurant that has that on their menu. I guess some things never change.
I was supposed to go to university in September but decided to defer my entry so that I could take a gap year and go to uni in September 2015 instead. Although I've had many people criticise that decision, it's my decision, my life. (Sounds a lot like something a rebellious teen would say haha). I'd like to think that my rebellious phase is behind me but who knows..Only the future will tell! Anyway, I know that taking a gap year was the right thing fo me for so many reasons. I will make sure that when my gap year ends, I will have done all the things I wanted to do and more, and hopefully the people who weren't supportive of the idea will realise that, from what I'll have done, taking a gap year doesn't mean laying in bed for a whole year.  From what I learnt last year, so much can happen in a year. More about that will be revealed in future posts. Meanwhile, I'm excited about what will happen this year. I'm ready. I hope you are too.

                                                                                   
      
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