I'm a 1st generation Kiwi! My parents came to NZ from Scotland in 1924 and 1927, with their respective families. I grew up in a newly formed little community just out of Wellington, in the Hutt Valley, the same suburb that my Mum had lived in with her parents and sister, and also some brothers and sisters of my Grandmother, and their children, from when they had all arrived in NZ.
MY dad lived not far away from there, with his parents and family, and a few years later he had a little cobblers shop there! When Mum and Dad eventually met and married, they moved into their first home (apart from a little flat they had rented) in the same suburb. My 2 brothers and I were born, raised and married from that same house! The housing development had been for the workers, was Govt, State Rental Housing. Later, when my Dad came home from WW2, he used his post war grant to put a deposit on the house, and bought it!
Most of my Mum's cousins, and my Dad's siblings did much the same, stayed in the area and built their lives and families! My brothers and I grew up with lots of family always gathering together for as long as I can remember!
I still live only a short drive, about 20 minutes, from where my Mum and Dad, my brothers, and myself all grew up, as well as our many cousins! That little place was called Moera, and that's what I call home!
When I visited Ayrshire in Scotland, (where my grandparents had been born and bred), in 2003, 2013, and again last year, I met lots of family descendants still there! Hearing them speak in the same broad Ayrshire dialect as my Grandparents had, showing me letters and photos which had been sent to them (or their parents) by my Grandparents, even my own wedding photo was brought out! I was made very much one of them! Being fed lots of lovely shortbread and steak pie, felt just like home as well.
Meeting all these people, visiting the cemetery and seeing graves of more ancestors, and other family, made me feel part of that place as well, and I felt very much at home there too. So Scotland is very deeply imbedded in me, and Scotland is home to me too! Everything seemed so familiar to me, it was as if I had always been there, and when I went back for a second AND a third time it was no different, it was still like going home!
Oh dear, I've done another ramble! But that can serve as another chapter in my life story!