Catching up on my blog reading yesterday I came across this philosophical question: Is home where you were born? It was a very simple answer for me. Cork is, and always will be, my home.
I have lived in Berlin for 14 months now. I find it a great city and am enjoying every moment here but it will never be home.
I guess you could call me a ‘homebird’. No matter where I am in the world I will always long to be back in Cork. When I lived there, like every other young person, I moaned continuously about the place; there was nothing to do, it was too small, there were no jobs, etc. The lack of jobs was the main reason I left, followed by a yearning for excitement.
The phrase ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’ certainly rings true to me now. The coin has been flipped and now I complain about how much I miss my family, how it is hard to make friends here and the lack of general friendliness I feel living in a big city.
Who knows where life might take me in the future. I could end up even further across the world. No point in pondering now as the forseeable future sees me remaining here in Berlin. Cork will always have me heart though. Looking at the pictures below it is easy to see why.