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The simplicity of my day to day. |
This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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Prompt: Describe what home looks like for your Blog entry today. Home is an interesting concept. Do we mean home in as much our country is home? Or do I, as I sometimes do, mean the place where I was born rather than where I’m living now. I know, when I’m feeling really sad or needy, I remember my childhood home in the UK and my mother, so long departed. I surprise myself once when I was distraught about a terrible event, I cried for my mother and heard my saying, ‘I want to go home,’ I hadn’t lived in England or with my birth family for decades and yet deep within my soul it was there, with them, that I wanted so desperately to be. My home here in Australia at the moment is our fourth house since being here. We arrived in 1972. Each home has been different and suited the different needs of the family. Now it’s just my husband and myself. It’s a small recycled brick home we built especially for our retirement. It suits us very well. It is set way back off the road and passing traffic. It’s thirty kilometres from the city. Our eldest daughter lives twenty minutes away in her showroom quality new house. Her home is pristine, modern and gleaming. Our house is a bit shabby now, but as my husband says it fits us like an old shoe. |