Home

I frequently confuse people with my use of the word “home” so I thought I should explain what it means to me.

Home is where I’m from originally.

Home is where I feel like I’m from.

Home is my home, when I have one.

Home is with certain people who feel like family.

Home is certain places that just feel familiar and right.

Home is also wherever I happen to be sleeping tonight.

This means that at the end of every day I go home. This means that both ends of a journey can be home. This means that I can carry my home with me. And it means that, whilst I may sometimes miss one of my homes, I’m never really homesick because I’m never far from “home”.

Being a nomad suits me because the whole world is my home. But, if ever I settle down in one place again, I will be fine because it will be home.