I’ve moved around a bit. Left a piece of me in each town. Got a piece of each town in me.
As a child I always thought of my birth town as home – even when we lived one thousand kilometres away. Home then meant family; grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins. As an adult, I’ve done the same thing – lived one thousand kilometres away (in the other direction this time). For a while home still meant roots; parents, siblings, nieces and nephews.
I still haven’t moved back home. To that town at least. I’ve found a new one. I’ve found a new me. Home is the place where I create a reflection of that. Home is husband and children. Home is where you will find a collection of things that we love - displayed in a way that expresses who we are. Home is where I can be myself. Home is a safe place to land.
Home is my home away from home – my forever home in glory.
Now, your turn…