Madagascar has many meanings to each of us that we hold dear to our hearts. We asked members of our MadaLiving community to tell us what Madagascar means to them.
In today's MadaLiving snapshot, Adriela recounts her sentiments of the sights and smells of home.
We often tend to think of it as a place, the house where we grew up. But for me home means more than that. It's a lot more than bricks and cement.
For me home is a waking up to the good smell of my grandma’s coffee in the morning. It’s laying in bed talking about my hopes and dreams with best friend. It’s at the bus stop in my lover’s arms. It’s at the beach eating masikita and drinking coconut water with my family. Home is climbing the tree in my grand-parents backyard with my cousins. It’s laughing with tears in the locker’s hallway with my friends. But home is also arguing with my parents in the kitchen. It’s crying in bed because of my first heartbreak.
Home is running in the paddy field, it’s the foul smells from the stable, and the loud crow of the rooster. Home is the burning sun of Madagascar and the freezing winter of Canada. My home is everywhere and anywhere. It’s not a particular place: It’s where I feel safe and alive, where I can laugh, cry, dream, love and where I am loved. It’s where my loved ones are. As the saying goes, “home is where the heart is”.