So, when are you coming home?

This is one of the questions I sometimes get from my friends in Slovenia. And, even though that I know to what they are referring to, I am still a bit confused. Home. What exactly is home? I guess there are plenty of definitions and each individual probably has its own, unique perception. Yeah, Slovenia is my home, but it is only one of them. Since I moved to Switzerland, it also became my home and I have to admit Australia was my home as well while I was living there. I can also imagine that a place where I will move after my PhD will be my home too.

When people ask me where I am from, I always pause a bit. And then I say I am from Slovenia, but I live in Switzerland. And when we compare general living, how school system works, how public system is organized etc., I probably try to include both countries into this. I guess, Zurich is becoming my city and it is normal this way. I am getting friends here, I know my way around, I can find something to do on rainy Saturday morning. Though there are still times when I miss my friends home, the comfort of my mum's food and my old room. And when I am explaining to people where I come from, I tell them how beautiful both countries are and many of my friends have since been in Slovenia and Switzerland and have just been amazed by everything that they have to offer.

So, what is home? I found this magnet: Home is whenever I am with you. Home is where the heart is and heart is big enough to have many, many homes. :)

Our flat

After living in Switzerland for over a year, we finally decided to move in together. It took us over 3 months to find something. We did not like everything we have seen, but it also happened many times our request was returned back to us. I guess there were better applicants or they were just looking for someone different. There needs to be someone better when over a hundred people are applying for the same place.

But then, we finally got it. Completely renovated and a bit over our budget. But it is ours. There will be no more phone calls where we meet tonight. There will be no more mine and yours. No more going from one place to another to pick up something we need. No more double shampoos, razors and other bathroom equipment. Now everything is together.

After moving for almost a week and being very, very, VERY grateful to all of our friends to come and help us with the move, the majority of the things are moved. There are still boxes everywhere and we still haven't found the swimming suits. The bed is put together and the wardrobe has already accommodated our enormous amount of clothes (this is what happens when you put clothes from two places together). The amount of the glasses in the cupboards increased and now we have two coffee machines. We found out that the floors are a bit tilted and there are ants coming from somewhere. And every night you go to the toilet, you bump into at least one of the boxes on the way.

But ... It is our first flat and we love it.