Oh how I can’t WAIT to return ‘home’!


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Sunset on Santorini – one of the reasons I choose Greece over the UK

One might say I am ‘home’ – the UK.  Well, by birth I am British (or English – WHATEVER).  But I tell you what, the more I stay in Greece and return ‘home’ to England, the more I am starting to feel Greece is home!  It would seem my adopted country has embraced and accepted me more than my place of birth!

This raises an interesting conundrum:  what is it that makes a place feel like home?  And am I being very un-nationalistic by not feeling ‘at home in my home’ (are you following all this?!)

Well – let’s examine the reasons why I feel more at home in Greece:

1) Weather.
This is a huge issue. I mean, I have been in the UK for a week now and not seen a HINT of sunlight.  I don’t mind the cold – I just want SUN!  I can’t cope with the never ending greyness – it feels like it’s pressing down on me.

2) I can shout to my heart’s content.
I mean in Greece I can.  And actually, I have been told I have quite a gentile way of getting angry – yes, I am deemed a ‘polite angry!’  But if I were to display the same amount of anger in the UK, I’d probably be locked up by now!  Ahhhhh, Greece is so good for the soul – for getting angry just the once, then it’s all gone, not stored up for future grudges.


3) People call me all sorts of sweet things.
I get called “My doll” “My sweetheart” “My girl” and my favourite – “My beautiful love” (it all sounds so much better in Greek – see examples of the great Greek language here).    And this is from old ladies, whilst simultaneously rubbing my cheek and pinching it (and I’m a woman in my late 30’s!)  Can you imagine this happening in the UK??

But most of all – Greece is a country that has embraced me, taken me into her warm bosom and engulfed me with love, protection and ACCEPTANCE.  Don’t be put off by what you see and read in the news – come and experience her for herself and get some of that Greek love going.

Love you Greece – I’ll be home soon.



  1. Home, according to one book title, is where life makes up its mind. Robert Frost defined home as the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. One of Winston Churchill’s policies was this: When I am abroad, I always make it a rule never to criticize or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home. Maybe you have two homes, Beccy. Or, as a world traveller, maybe you make wherever you are your home.

  2. Very thought provoking comment from Russ there – and it seems that my posts make people like Sonia yearn for their adopted homestead.
    The concept of ‘home’ for me is where I feel most welcomed – where I fit in the most. For the moment, it’s Greece.

  3. I love what Russ says- Home is where life makes up its mind. I LOVE THAT. My life was definitely made up in Oregon, not Ohio, where I am from.

    Bex, I so relate to this. And, I can’t quite figure out why it is so important for me to define “home.” Like, why can’t I just go with the flow? Something inside me feels unsettled not know where “home” is, you know. I also feel guilty for not feeling like Ohio, where I was born, is home.

    Anyway, thanks for your thoughts and insight.

  4. So true. I never understood what it meant to feel “at home” until it hit me when I came to Greece for the first time 30 years ago. It was in Aegina exactly ! It took me a number of years before I could make Aegina “my home” and even though I travel a lot for professional reasons and sometimes stay abroad for long periods Aegina is the place I call “home” and the feeling is now deeply rooted in me. Whenever I come back to Greece, just after walking outside the airport there is a very specific moment which lasts a few seconds only when some kind of peacefulness feels me and from then on the feeling of being “at home” is again with me! It fills me with a sense of peacefulness.
    Thanks for a very pleasant reading and very true account of what Greece is.

  5. Yes! That moment when you’re in the Athens terminal building and you hear Greek being spoken around you, not only that but the smells, sights etc, it is a small millisecond where you think “Ahhh, HERE I am.”
    I’m glad others have felt they can relate, whether it’s Greece or somewhere other than your birthplace.


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