I’m coming home. Not just geographically but to the feeling of home. I have felt so out of place for 2 months in Italy. Not unhappy but I had no sense of belonging. Now I will return today to Bristol where I grew up and where my heart feels full.
Bristol isn’t the only place I get that feeling. The time I most strongly felt a sense of ‘I’m Home’ was walking out of Saint Michel metro station in Paris after 4 days of absence from the bookshop that is my home away from home. Paris is home. Edinburgh during the Fringe is home. In the arms of my best friend is home.
if your family has a dog you will know…
. the pure joy when you come home after a while
. the smell of their head that brings so much comfort
. the feeling that your heart is growing every time you see a picture
family is the memories you have that span a lifetime,
shouting, screaming even about things forgotten 5 minutes later
not seeing someone for a while then seeing them again and knowing nothing important has changed
rose, jack, ali, milo, will