Some say “home is where your heart is”. What if one’s heart is in many places?
I lived in a few cities and with every move my sense of belonging changes. It mutates. The emotional sense of locational exclusivity that tends to be attached to the word “home” is reduced further. My heart is in so many places that I do ask myself repeatedly: Where is home?
Still, the places that saw me grow still feel pretty special (not to say they are indeed stunning).
Setúbal, Portugal. City where I was raised. Where the Sado river meets the Atlantic ocean. Sunset pic.
Palmela. Neighbor city right next to Setúbal. Great wines. Beautiful castle.
The Palmela castle offers one of the best views of Setúbal. Sunsets are magical.
Lisbon. City where I was born. My favorite city to eat and shop.
The Expo area (now called “Parque das nações”). Great place to grab a meal, go for a nice walk…
I’d like to be able to predict where life will take me next. What’s the next city I’ll be calling home. But I can’t, and that’s just fine. My origins are and will always remain, the same.
All pictures by André Nunes ©