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