…at least that’s what we say back at home. I remember, it has to be at least 15 years since, how I rode the train to a little town 70km away from home and back every weekend, and I kepr hearing the song about this green country. The train would traavel slowly past the small and even smaller towns and the green landscape would change before my eyes. For some reason that always made me a bit sad. It made me miss home.
Interesting though, I’ve never really felt like I belong somewhere. Ljubljana was never really my home. That little town was more of a home than my home ever was. It was my little heaven away from my real life. Moving to Cerknica – a town of a disappearing lake – brought a feeling of belonging. It was the first time I really felt like I’ve found home. I still miss the warm evenings and the temperament of the lake. I probably always will.
After moving abroad, I never really found that peace again. I admit – it’s not easy. It’s not very hard, but it’s far from this land of milk and honey.
Two years ago I found a different home. It has no roof, but it has water, wind, forest. It has peace. My home today are also the ponds close to Rače, Slovenia.
Until next time, I hope you find your home.