So in my life I have moved house, so far, 3 times.
The first was from Melbourne down to lil' ol' Hobart. This was when I was seven and the reason was because my mum found a new job down there. I had done two years of schooling in Melbourne and was now about to move away from my friends there and start a new life. Being very young, I was really excited to be starting a new school and making new friends.
However, the first house we moved into in Hobart, we were only renting, so then later that year, we bought a house and moved to the suburb next door. This is then the house that I lived in for the rest of my time in Hobart. I loved living in this house as it was a really quiet street and I had also made a friend who lived right opposite me. Her name is Zoe and we have become the bestest of friends. Although there were of course the few times we were sick or on holiday, and then once we got into high school, loads of homework, I can hardly remember a day without seeing her. You could (can) never tear us apart.
Then at the end of year ten (last year), it was time for mum, dad and I to pack our things again and move back to Melbourne. Mum became principal of a primary school here and that meant dad and I had to follow her. Her job started in the middle of the year, but as it would have been my last year at Mount Carmel (you would recognise this name if you read my other bestie, Sarah/Sweet as Toffee's blog as she went to that school too and yes the school finishes at year ten then you go off to another school for years 11 & 12) so I thought I would finish the year in Hobart. So in July, mum set off and dad, my dog, Jasper, and I were left to fend for ourselves for around six months. As much as I missed mum, it was good to be able to do all the year 10 leavers things and get my leavers jumper and attend the leavers dinner.
So then, on the 18th December 2012, I hoped on a plane and made the move back to my original home, Melbourne. As I was older and more mature than when making the move to Hobart, it was very emotional to leave everyone. I had made so many amazing friends and my grade was so close with each other. I was so hard to try and not cry in the airport but I knew that I would never forget those amazing people and that I would make the effort to see them when I can and they would do the same.
However, on the brighter side, I was moving back 'home' to Melbourne, and moving back closer to my two older brothers and also the friends I had made in those two years of schooling I had done before leaving for Hobart.
We are currently renting a very nice home but at the end of this month, mum, dad and I will be moving into a house that we have bought. That will be move number 4.
Why am I telling you all this you ask?
Well in Studio Art, we are working on our own theme and in an area that we choose. The theme I have chosen is Home and I am working with photography.
In telling you all this, I am also helping myself work out what home means to me and what homes i have had during my life.
So, what does home mean to you? It is where you feel comfortable, loved, or where you belong? It is while doing something you love? With people you love? Or is it just having a roof over your head or where you sleep? Just something for you to ponder on.
Love Rachel xoxo
