Where I Hang My Hat
It’s been a while between posts, mostly because I made a very quick and monumental decision to change my base from London to Sydney. This experience has left me homeless with all my belongings in boxes for the last nine months. It has made me shed a lot of my possessions and yet I still seem to have far too much! A 13-year life based somewhere is harder to uproot than when I first arrived in London as a poor, possession-less student. The experience of trying to make a home (even if I haven’t done it in the most organised fashion) has left me thinking about the original Trobairitz and Troubadours of the Medieval period.
On one hand I suppose there is a certain amount of freedom travelling with just a suitcase but on the other, having a home and a base while one is on the road turned out to be more important than I first thought. I’ve been living out of a suitcase for the last decade and constantly on the road; the crucial difference: I had a home, a base, somewhere to ‘hang my hat’. I realised the vital importance of having a home: It gave me a base, a sanctuary that was my private space, just for me. I could return to it and it would restore my weary, travelling feet and heart until they grew strong and restless for another adventure on the road.
Perhaps this makes me not a true trobaritz at heart. Perhaps I, like most modern day people, have far too many possessions or perhaps it’s just a fact of life. If I could travel like a gypsy with everything in a mobile home it might be different; my home and sanctuary would travel with me.
In this modern world where we can fly across the globe in a day with only one 23kg bag, this modern trobairitz has realised she needs a home to ‘hang her hat’!