Disconnected, But Connected

It’s a strange feeling, I’m told, but I know I’m not the only one.

I was born in Queensland, Australia, but I have never felt a connection to this country.  It’s not that I dislike Australia in any way - I love this country.  There are some truly beautiful places to explore (and I’ve done my best to experience as many of them as possible) and as far as living goes, well, it’s quite an easy country to live in.  It’s something that I still haven’t been able to put my finger on.

A few years ago, I figured that it would just something I’d grow out of, but then I spent 5 weeks in the Czech Republic, visiting the surrounding countries.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I was where I was meant to be.  The sights, smells and tastes were nothing I’d previously experienced, but I felt calm.  ’At home’ is really the best way to describe how I felt there.  At the time I barely spoke any of the language.  It was my first time out of the country, so I should have felt scared/anxious, but I didn’t.  Everything felt natural, nothing forced.  I’ve been obsessed with the place ever since.

So what is it that gives me this connection to a place I only visited as an adult, and what is it that stops me from feeling at home in Australia?

Does anyone else feel this way?  Do you know why you feel like this?  Perhaps it is destiny, or something to do with reincarnation?  I don’t know.  Maybe I’m just some kind of ‘crazy’ that is mildly irritated by sounds and sights here, but is calmed by the sounds and sights of the Czech Republic…  To me, that sounds the most plausible.

Anyway, this is just a quick, random blog to get me started - will write a bigger & better one soon!

Xo

Faux Ceska Princezka