After a bit of thought I decided to post this here as, after further exploring some of the ideas expressed here I decided the deeper topic was
considerably more extensive than my personal situation and set of circumstances.
I was born in and live in Australia. My fathers side originat in the Isle of Man an island in the Irish Sea west of England. Roots: Celtic, partially
Norse) I'm not sure what percentage of blood it is as white Australian blood is mixed (English, Irish and Scottish mainly) although I do know the
surname originates nowhere else as it is a Manx word. My Mums side is from Malta (small island in the Mediterranean in between Sicily and Tunisia.
Roots; Phoenician, Sicillian, Spanish, Greek, Arabic. Language: Maltese, mixture of a north African dialect of Arabic and Sicillian dialect Italian,
Europes only official Semitic language) who migrated here post-WW2.
Whilst I do love the great land of Australia and a good deal about the society here, something is missing.
This is certainly not my land nor is the topic at hand one of ownership claim. My point is, this land has been inhabited by the indigenous people for
20,000+ years prior to the Brittish crown establishing a penal colony on their land sending prisoners from England, Ireland, Scotland and possibly
Wales only 224 years ago, a fraction of a blink of an eye since the first documented existence of man.
So where is my home? The Isle of Man? Malta? Australia?
Many of you can probably relate, white; Kiwi's, Americans, South Africans etc. We don't live on the lands of our forefathers and mothers.
I feel so much has been lost.
It's only through my own research and learning from family that I've been lucky enough to learn Maltese and recently learned of the traditions,
language, culture and gods of my forefathers. I'm also the first born son of the first born son of the first born son of the.... On my fathers side
and as family legend would have it, heir to property and a castle on the Isle of Man.
What does it matter?
Everything you are is a result of the interaction of DNA and blood of all those who came before you. Personally, I feel a yearning for a home that is
dear to me yet, at present difficult to accurately describe and certainly more difficult to locate.
I'm not sure if it's another town, country, time, planet or otherwise yet, it's where I'm drawn and what I strive for.
As the old saying goes, 'home is where the heart is' but where exactly is that?
Does anyone else have a similar feeling or am I just over thinking here?
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