Wednesday, December 29, 2010
For a week or so, I have thought about this blog, and several of you reading this have asked me to put a blog up to keep you updated. I have wondered what the focus should be here – what my focus should be as a completely new and different chapter of my life-story begins. So the theme appears out of all the fears and questions that come with moving to a new country: “There I might live.”
In Walden, Henry David Thoreau begins by writing about how “men labour under a mistake” – how we work so hard all our lives without taking time to live. This is sometimes chosen for us by society, and we cannot break out. He gets to a chapter entitled Where I lived, and what I lived for, where he decides what he wants to do with his life and where he wants to live it. Here is what has caught my attention:
“At a certain season of our life we were accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house. In imagination I have bought all the farms in succession, for all were to be bought, and I knew their price… Wherever I sat, there I might live, and the landscape radiated from me accordingly. What is a house but a sedes, a seat? — better if a country seat. I discovered many a site for a house not likely to be soon improved, which some might have thought far from the village, but to my eyes the village was too far from it. Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life.”
– Thoreau, Walden
My mother has always said that home is where the people you love are. And that’s true. My goal is that no matter where I live in the world, I will love the people there, and that will become my home – if only for “an hour, a summer and a winter life”. Wherever I sit, there I will live, and there I will love.
So tomorrow, I fly out to Auckland, New Zealand. There I will live for about a year. You can read the chronicles of my life in this blog, and know that I love you as well – that you are also my home.