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Guest Corner: Where I'm From

"Home is where one starts from." - T. S. Eliot
Often when speaking with people who don’t know me well, the conversation starts with common questions such as "What do you do?" "What's your heritage?" or perhaps even, "What are your hobbies?".  Inexorably, if the discussion continues, they may also ask where I'm from.  This question holds a special place in my heart simply because, at one point, I moved so much that I didn't know where home was. This ultimately led me to feel that the heart and soul need a place to come back to.

I'm from the place I call home - Toronto, Ontario. 

"But, you don't live in Toronto, Kevin". And yes, this is true. Despite that, my sense of home is always attuned to one place - the east end of Toronto, near Leslieville. It's as if the body can detect the North Star and when you veer from that you feel…different. Once I was able to better understand this feeling and cultivate it, no matter where I’ve lived, travelled to, found myself stuck in, or generally just wandered, I’ve known where my home is.

It wasn't always that way. Growing up, the only constant in my life was the road. We travelled to so many places that any one of them could have been mistaken for home. But, as I got older I realized that I could keep moving and travelling to new destinations, so long as I retained a sense of a home base - a place to go back to. I see it as a transition from forced migration to discovering the world and enjoying other locales on my own terms. From that point onward, I worked to set down roots literally and figuratively, so future generations in my family might feel that same grounding I feel is so important.

We may always go out, so long as we come back home.

From Guest Blogger Kevin Costain - Torontonian, small business owner, and tech expert. Check out his regular blog at blog.cwl.cc.


Guest Corner is a new feature on Big Little Life and will occur monthly at the end of each month.

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  1. I totally relate to this as I also moved around so many times in my life. Since moving to Toronto and establishing roots here - the feeling of "home" is something that I will always treasure.

    My idea of home has now extended far beyond the actually definition but encompasses the friends who have become family, the small businesses that I've come to know and love and the memories on different street corners...priceless.

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