Memories of Home.

What is home?

I never leave myself enough time to reflect on my past, Sooner or later all of my favourite memories will be lost and I won’t have any connection to my hometown in Aberdeenshire.

I used this task as an opportunity to remember what ‘home’ was for me growing up and asked any willing members of the community to sit with me and discuss their experiences of Albert Drive.

One of the first conversations that I had revealed that someone on the drive had lived there for 30 years but had never met their next-door-neighbour, this filled me with doubt about the success of what I was trying to achieve. However, within the next 10 minutes, I was joined by a man who happily sat down with me for half an hour and explained how much he enjoys living on the drive. Over the course of the next 2 days, I met a large amount of people, all from very different backgrounds. Some just smiled as the walked past, some stopped to chat and some were even kind enough to bring me food (I managed to eat a pizza within about 10 minutes).

I found that most of the conversations that I engaged in, weren’t centered on ’home’ as such, rather just two people trying to get to know each other. The opportunity to speak to people that I otherwise wouldn’t has taught me so much, both on a personal level and also on a worldwide scale.

I would like to give a special mention to my Lebanese friend who kept me company for many hours, I hope you pass your driving test.

 

 

Hannah