Five Minute Friday: Home


Thanks as always to the beautiful Lisa-Jo for running this link up!

This week's prompt is......Home.

After a childhood, teenhood and womanhood often spent in transit, home is sometimes are hard place to figure out.

London feels like home, with its noise and rush, the sirens never too far away, the crush of people on the Tube, the neon of the city reflecting in the Thames. Good friends and neat places forming a map of my own across the city, a mesh of memories of parties and adventures and brunches and cups of coffee and meetings.

Scotland feels like home too. The grey blue of the Moray Firth, the endless blue skies, the view from Califer across to the Black Isle, Caithness, and beyond. The lilt of accents, the gentle pace of life, the friends who have known me for decades, not years. The memories of teenage parties, learning to ride a bike, first loves, heartbreaks, and stolen moments.

School feels like home. The ebb and flow of teaching days, the rhythm of the timetable, hymns in the morning, bells and whistles, the marking never quite finished. Boys and noise and colours and laughter, the incessant chatter, the jokes, the learning. The familiar whine of 'Miss Thornleeeey' when you just know someone's had a falling out, the wonderful moment when a child discovers something for himself.

Matthew, and our little flat, feel like home. Our little badger sett, with all its quirks and funnies, the view out across the church, the cutlery and china we picked from John Lewis, the girldates with Eileen over wine, the neighbours who just can't shut the door without slamming it, T&T&T&T with Lou, the nights curled up on the sofa watching Mad Men, all the lovely times when we've hosted friends. It feels like our home, a place to be together.

Home really is where the heart is.

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Phew....that was pretty much five minutes, but I did have to go back and fix a couple of typos!

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9 comments:

  1. I have always dreamed of calling Scotland home even though I've never been there! I enjoyed your reflection today. Thank you!

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  2. This was lovely. Thank you for sharing. :)

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  3. Sense of home is one of my favourite things. Great post. :)

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  4. To call all those places home is truly an indication of how blessed you are.

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  5. Wow - sounds like bliss. You are so lucky!

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  6. I dont think your comments are working - i keep leaving u comments but they dont show up!

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  7. what a lovely post, so many places that you are able to find home.... You are rich, friend. Wealthy beyond measure!

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  8. What lovely sentiments of "home"! I was just thinking of an old Kenny Loggins song "Celebrate me Home" ~ the gist of which is: We are home when ever we are with loved ones.

    Beautiful post and I'm glad you drudged it up for a rewind.

    Blessings,
    Felecia

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