I’m not sure what home means to me. Having moved house and country every four years and going to boarding school abroad at the age of eight I have constantly yearned for ‘home’ without every really knowing what I was looking for. As an adult I have continued to live as I was bought up. I have run from my feelings, travelled as far and wide from the places I was bought up and made so many temporary homes with other people that I have lost track. As I grow older, I continue to run, not away from anything, but toward something. I find myself longing even more for ‘home’ i am still not sure what it is, but I know when I find it, I will be there. As the winter draws in I find my self questioning my thought process even more, listening to pink faced families chattering excitedly about the evenings plans of watching a film and cosying up. I find my eyes drawn to golden squares on house fronts as I drive down unknown streets in search of Somewhere to park up and sleep.
Everybody needs a home, even me. That has been the biggest revelation in my life for a long time #PPFarFromHome