I was recently contacted by the Scottish Refugee Council asking if I would like to participate in and raise awareness of Refugee Week 2009. The campaign aims to raise awareness of refugees’ contributions to society through a wide range of cultural and educational programmes nationwide. A worthy endeavour, thought I, and accepted the invitation without hesitation.
I’m particularly taken by the Simple Acts campaign encouraging people to do one little thing to understand the experience of being an exile a little better. This could be to read a book by a refugee, cook a dish from a country or even to simply define what “refugee” means to you. Anything which raises your own awareness and understand of the experiences of refugees.
So though June 15th – June 21st is the official Refugee Week of 2009, I am designating the next week as my own. This shall be my Simple Act.
Shall begin today with a meme. The rules are quite simple:
- Think about what home means to you.
- Titled “What Does Home Mean to You?”, post three photos which represent “home” to you and write a little about each one.
- Include a link to the Refugee Week website: http://www.refugeeweek.org.uk
- Tag five others to do the same.
- That’s it.
Here’s my one to start. Haven’t done one of these in a long time!
What does home mean to you?
No surprises here! It’s only been a year since I got my pup but I feel like he’s been with me forever. One of the best parts of my day is coming home to him. Before I’ve even stepped out of the car, he’s staring down at me from the bedroom windowsill and wagging his tail so hard his entire body moves from side to side. If I had a tail, it’d be wagging at that point too.
There had to be something food related in this. Cooking is what I do to relax and I know I’m at home when I have all of my favourite herbs and spices and condiments and tins at hand ready. It may look like chaos to most folk but I know where everything is.
I’ve lived in three other countries and enjoyed the experiences very much. In fact, I adored Finland so much I almost made it my permanent home. In the end though, I felt the need to come back to Scotland and be near my family. But what surprised me slightly when I returned was realising how much I’d missed the country itself. From the food to the people to the landscape, being away from Scotland for so long really helped me realise how much I love it.
Lucy of Nourish Me
Jacqueline of Tinned Tomatoes
Becky of Girl Interupted Eating
Helen of Food Stories
Johanna of Gourmet Green Giraffe