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For me, Home is...
Peace, Tranquility, the smell of fresh coffee and flowers- that's just the beginning, I have not the time here to write on....
Wherever I lay my head. But it is always nice to come back to my origins.
My deepest exhalation.
My background is.... ?
Scottish/Irish working class.
I come from a land where mythology was taught as part of history, where children picked up flying saucers from the ground, blessed them and ate them like holy communion wafers.
Pretty much Scottish through and through. Have tried to trace some more exotic genes but to no avail... just a wee bit of English a few generations back!
I remember as a child........
I don't remember it happening, but I'm told I threw up in my mum's mouth once. Serves her right for waving me around above her head.
staying at my grannies in the summer holidays. Magical times.
Ritual burials in our back garden. I would wrap little dead ladybirds and insects in tinfoil, have a funeral procession & make them crosses from lollipop sticks. I remember it as a very relaxing time!
I felt/feel farthest from Home.......
When in a car with two strangers in Moscow with no family around, aged 14.
I felt furthest from home when in hospital just down the road at the age of 5.
When I lived 2 miles up the road from my husband while we were separated.
Home, to me, looks like........
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