This past week I *accidentally* referred to site as hubby's 'home' and used the phrase 'when you come to stay...'. HA! Come to stay - in his own house! Hilarious!
In my defense, I feel like we are on holidays when he is home. Then he goes and Teddy and I begin 'real life' anew. Then he returns a few weeks later and boo-yah, holidays again!
Begs the question though...where is home? Well, for me, home is where my wee family is. This means for 3/4 of the time, part of my home is out west...because half my heart is.
Do you consider home to be where your loved ones are or does a particular place resonate with your soul?
I definitely think that taking my family with me (first just Josh, and now Josh and Iggy) to Canada made it easier to find a home there, and then again as we resettle in Brissie now. But I do think for me that it's bigger than that too. I think we really felt 'at home' in Canada once we also had friends and a support network around us, once we knew our way around a little bit and felt a connection to the place...
ReplyDeleteI also feel at home in Scotland with my extended family - I'm not sure why, but I only have good emotion and memories of it so I suppose that has a lot to do with it. So glad you have returned to our corner of the world!
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