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16 mei 2016
Home is where your heart is
Being a nomad, traveller or wanderer it’s a blessing to be able to feel home anywhere. At the moment my home is on a small island in the North of Malaysia, called Pulau Perhentian. It’s actually two islands which are famous amongst many tourists. Deep blue waters in the front, lush forests in the back and white beaches in the middle make this into a place which takes your breath away. The views are spectacular and sea turtles something very special, but for me it’s something else that keeps pulling me back. It’s the one and only village and its warm-hearted people.
It’s hard to describe what life on Perhentians looks like, but I’ll give it a try. I can imagine how growing up as a child in this village is growing up in a world that is small, simple and safe. It has everything you need, and nothing more than that. Everything is ‘around’ the corner, everyone is somehow related to each other and everywhere is space for everyone. The rest of the world doesn’t matter, almost doesn’t exist. Being part of this village is something so special. Getting to know all the kids, seeing how they fall to get back up again, watching them grow from little babies into real human beings: it’s amazing. One by one they have stolen my heart. Of course they can be a real pain when they won’t listen if you ask them to clean up after they have made the biggest mess ever. But there will always be that one who will come up to you to hand you another drawing saying “Qalesya love you”. That’s when I melt and a big smile appears…
Then there is the ladies, so many lovely ladies. In Malay they are called Kak Da, Kak, Na, Kak Za, Kak Ma and to make it more confusing: there are at least three of each. So every lady will then be called after the type of food they sell or after their husband’s name (oh yes, the women’s name comes first!). Anything to make life easier… Those ladies which whatever name they have, are like walking newspapers. As in any village on this planet they know all the gossips, who is getting married to who, which girl is pregnant, which boy dropped out of school and which guys are driving new boats. Of course they also know who of us are getting married and more important who are not. On every corner of the street at least one Kak will make sure to double check every time you walk by if you are still single. Because if so, they will miracly come up with at least five potentials cousins of cousins who are still looking for a future wife. Great. By the way, them being part of the street furniture makes a 2-minute walk into a 15-minute walk home. Simply passing by is a no-go: a conversation about food, marriage, babies and the weather is a must. Love it.
With all those beautiful villagers around me, a simple house to live in, kids running around, cats in the house and good food it’s easy to feel home. But again it’s all about the people, because there is more. Passionate about community and conservation work, my teammates come from all over the world to put their time and effort in the projects we run. Living and working 24/7 with them, makes them feel like your brothers and sisters, cousins, neighbours and best friends at the same time. Without any privacy “mi casa es su casa” but also “your mood is my mood”. Is it always easy and beautiful like that? Of course not, but nothing in life is.
So as long as you have people around you which make you feel happy, make you feel comfortable and make you feel at home, you ARE home. It’s like some wise woman once said “You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness off loving and knowing people in more than one place”.
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16 mei 2016 11:29 | Door: Sunny
Its true, no where is completely perfect or completely bad,thats life.
Its people around you who make it easy or beautiful.
And being working in Malaysia for so long, I saw there are really good
People out here, they just need to learn how to walk hand in hand.
As one of my wise friend says...
"Its always about people"......
16 mei 2016 12:24 | Door: Kikie
Lieve Jannepan. Wat weer n mooi verhaal. En ja, ook al missen we jou hier,HOME IS WERE YOU'R HEART IS. Geniet maar zolang t kan en leuk om soms iets van je te lezen/zien. Ik zal je snel eens n mail sturen. Dikke knoevel.
16 mei 2016 16:01 | Door: Yvonne
Wat een ontzettend mooie blog Jan! En inderdaad zo waar. Fijn om te lezen dat je het nog steeds naar je zin hebt daar, met zo'n moooe beschrijving kan ik het me wel voorstellen..! Ik hoop dat een klein stukje vannje hart ook hier bij ons is, we missen je want een ding hebben ze daar niet: lampen om in te hangen en wasbakken om in te zitten;)! Geniet nog maar fijn en we horen weer van elkaar!xx
16 mei 2016 16:38 | Door: Annemiek
En hoe meer je reist, hoe meer thuis-en je hebt
16 mei 2016 21:25 | Door: mamsie
Ha lieve Janneke, wat heb je weer een prachtig verhaal geschreven!!
Ik zie je beschrijvingen wel voor me. Lijkt me inderdaad heel bijzonder om in zo'n kleine gemeenschap
een van hun te zijn. Meisje geniet van de bijzondere ontmoetingen en fijne mensen om je heen.
Dikke pakkerd XXX
17 mei 2016 12:28 | Door: Papaaaaaa
Hoi Lieve Janneke.
Weer een verhaal uit het hart. Geweldig omschreven.
18 mei 2016 17:02 | Door: Hannie
That is the way!!!
Prachtig weer hoe je alles van uit je HART kunt verwoorden.
Lieve meid heb een geweldige tijd and follow your heart!!!
Big Hug and lot of love