“They say, ‘Home is where the heart is’ but what a shame ‘cos everyone’s heart doesn’t beat the same.”
~ Jesus of Suburbia, Green Day
This lyric from Green Day’s Jesus of Suburbia has always stuck with me. Home is where your heart is, is the old saying, but everyone’s heart is different. For some, home is family; for others, it’s a place; for others, it’s different again – it’s a lifestyle or an object or a person or animal. The point is home can mean different things depending on who you are.
After all it was a great big world with lots of places to run to
Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
The line above is from a song called ‘American Girl’ and the full verse is:
“After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run
Yeah if she had to die tryin’
She had one little promise she was gonna keep.”
It’s six years on from first hearing that song and those lines and, whilst the running has slowed to more of a jog (with the occasional burst of speed), I’m still figuring out the promise I want to keep.
I’m some of the way there: I think it’s living in a way that feels ok to me. And to anyone who’s ever suffered from depression, anxiety, OCD or otherwise lived in this society knows, that’s not always easy.
I first went travelling when I was 23 years old. I’d never been abroad before (except for a friend’s 21st to Dublin – a 45-minute flight from Liverpool, up and straight down again) and yet I got on a plane, on my own, for over 24 hours and landed at 10pm in the 25-degree heat of Sydney, Australia in late October 2011.