Victoria Square Fountain, Adelaide |
~ For most of my life I have lived in Adelaide, Australia, and
although I like to say that Adelaide is a nice place to come home to, the more
I travel the more I am beginning to feel that I have roots in other countries
and cities around the world.
My parents were Greeks who immigrated to Australia
just prior to the Second World War, and of course I have visited the island my
parents came from – Ikaria – on multiple occasions.
Two of my sisters have
returned to live on the island, and both have children and grandchildren
growing up there. I consider Ikaria to be my first home away from home, having
visited several times during the 1970s, and again in 2008 and 2010.
South Street Seaport, NYC. |
New York City Dreaming
When I landed at New York City’s JFK airport following an
exhausting flight from Australia, my return to that city in 2012 for my third
visit in six years, also seemed like coming home.
When I boarded the A-train
for the Washington Heights apartment (and two cats), I would be ‘house’ sitting
for the second time, it was a great feeling, and it was all I could do to
suppress an open smile. Let me tell you though, smiling openly on a 6:00am
A-train full of sleepy New Yorkers heading into Manhattan for the start of the
working day is probably not a good idea.
I first went to New York in 2008, and have returned every
two years since. There more I go, the more I love it, and the more that city
also begins to feel like home. I hope to return to the Big Apple again in 2014,
which should pretty much cement its place in my mind as my second home away
from home.
Federation Square, Melbourne |
Wherever I Lay My Hat
I have been house sitting for friends in Melbourne for the past four years, and every time I return to that city, it too feels like coming home. Then there are my visits to an American cousin in Tucson, Arizona in 2010 and again in 2012. If I get a chance to visit again – and I certainly hope to – I know that Tucson will also join the list of cities that have become my surrogate homes as I continue to travel and occasionally retrace my steps around the world.
I have been house sitting for friends in Melbourne for the past four years, and every time I return to that city, it too feels like coming home. Then there are my visits to an American cousin in Tucson, Arizona in 2010 and again in 2012. If I get a chance to visit again – and I certainly hope to – I know that Tucson will also join the list of cities that have become my surrogate homes as I continue to travel and occasionally retrace my steps around the world.
What all these locations have in common is the familiarity I
have developed with them: knowing how to find my way around what were once
strange cities and landscapes; knowing where the nearest supermarket, ATM,
subway station or bus stop is to my home away from home; and knowing enough
about a location to be able to offer advice and information to people who are
themselves looking for assistance. Then there is the joy I get from returning
to favorite locations within each of these cities: Federation Square and the
crowded alleys of Melbourne; the South Street Seaport and Bryant Park in New
York City; the tiny villages and summer festivals of Ikaria; and the giant
Saguaro cactus plants that dot the dry desert landscape around Tucson, Arizona. But most of all, it is great to be able to continue my
explorations in each of these locations to broaden my knowledge and
understanding about each city, and the people who live and work there.
Adelaide is a great place to return home to, but I
can’t wait to again revisit my various homes away from home, and add other
countries and cities to those already mentioned here.