As I was celebrating my 2 year London anniversary with a delicious brunch at Bistrotheque yesterday, I started to think about the concept of home.
Before when I was living abroad I always knew when I was coming back. I would be back in the Netherlands in a year, or in six months. So even when I was having the best time ever, if someone asked me ‘where is home’, I’d say the Netherlands without giving it much thought.
But I’m not in London for an exchange program or an internship, I’m actually living here. It was a one-way ticket to the UK. So what is home today?