Home, Sweet Home

May 15, 2007 |

As Nan was chatting away about her day the other day, she said something. I did not quite register it right then, and she uttered them so casually that over a terrible mobile phone connection, I may have missed them completely. But it made me realise why I am falling for this wonderful woman, and want to live with her.

In the past, when she have been talking about my visit to her village. It has been “my home, my village” etc. Those have been my words too. “When I come to your home”. But now it was different. We where talking a little bit about practical things concerning my next trip over. And the words that finally registered with me was:

“When you come home, we can….”

No more “my home”. Just a simple… come home.

And she said it the same way several times as we talked, before it dawned on me what she was saying. Her home was now my home too, as far as she was concerned. OK, time for a small reality check.

“Did you just say home, meaning your home is now my home too?”

“Yes, I mean home you and me, why you ask teerak?”

“Before, you always say my home, I was just a bit surprised”

“Why? You not like?”

“Are you kidding? I love it!”

“Thank you, Teerak”

“I should thank you!”

“I think too. You come stay in my home in June. And also in August. And in September you come and stay long time in my house.”

“Yes”

“I think, if you come and stay with me, then my house your home too, so when you come back you come home”

She said it so matter of factual and to the point that it left me a bit on the speechless side. She has not got the faintest idea how much those words meant to me. I have not had a real home in years really. Well there has been apartments rented here and there. A place to lock myself in and sleep at. For the most part it has been hotel rooms, wherever I have been working.

My home has always been the house my parents built in my hometown. But since they sold that and moved into a small apartment after me and my brother left the nest, home has been more an idea than reality. I never really felt at home in my parents ultra modern apartment block. They love it of course, but for me its just been a nice and cosy place where my folks live. Not home (forgive me mum).

So I am not going on a holiday trip to Thailand in June to visit Nan. I am going home to Nan.

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