Sometimes I ask myself a deep question: where is home? Home used to be Denmark for 24 years, until I decided to leave it behind me, looking forward to a future in the Faroe Islands. And I felt at home from the first day in my own house in my new village.
But I remember myself moving the last stuff out of my flat in Roskilde, and me listening to Roger Hodgson’s album “Open the Door” for the first time while painting the walls. I had tears in my eyes; one tear of sadness of leaving Denmark, and one tear of happiness when thinking of the future with the man I love. It was kind of ironic, to listen to “Say Goodbye” for the first time in this situation, but it kind of comforted me when listening to the lines “Say goodbye to the old way, say hello to a new day
Well if you want your freedom, oh where’s your freedom?
On the road that lies before you, that is all you need to know, let go”
Not that this song is about moving from one place to another (not literally, I mean), it’s rather about that changing ones life sometimes involves difficult decisions. In my case: leaving family, friends and home behind me to start a new life.
So where am I now? It’s easy to answer: I LOVE the Faroe Islands, it was a very good decision to live there. I have never in my life had so much peace in my mind, because I’m surrounded by all those things I love: mountains, hills, valleys, rivers, never-setting sun in the summer, cosiness with lovely faroese people in dark winter nights, fresh air… freedom. Even though I’ve been through a rough time, my ability of staying calm and focused (thanks to the beauty of mother nature, as shown on the pic on top of this page) keeps me going. So where am I? – I am home.
But still. I’ve been in Denmark for a long time now, to study and work. I’ve mostly lived at my Dad’s home, even though I get along with both my (divorced) parents. But daddy is a great friend, and to listen to him playing his good ol’ Gibson (for those interested: Gibson “The Paul”, 78) while studying reminds me of sweet childhood days and I feel.. well.. at home!
Technically, Faroe Islands is a part of Denmark (which kind of annoys me) so there’s no such thing as “Faroese citizenship” – my passport remain Danish. And since I grew up there, my roots are Danish. The Faroe Islands should be independent (a completely different topic and discussion), because they have their own language, culture, and all in all a different identity. They are Faroese indeed – not Danish. I don’t care about myself when it comes to the identity part of moving, as I see myself more or less as a “world citizen”, but a Faroese guy told me, which I’ll never forget:
“Anina, are you sure you don’t have Faroese ancestors? You speak Faroese perfectly, you love living here, you join chain dances, sail, hike and enjoy Faroese foods.. you are Faroese!” 😀 “Nei” I said, because I grew up in Denmark. “Well” he said – “then you’re a Faroedane!”
That does sound cool!
But it doesn’t change, that when I’m in the Faroe Islands (home) I miss Denmark (home) and when I’m in Denmark, I miss the Faroe Islands. I guess that will never change. I guess I have to look on the bright side – I’m very fortunate to have people around me who cares about me, and where ever I am; home is where the heart is.
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