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Home is where the heart is
29-12-2009Hope Christmas was as good to everyone as it was to me!!
Just back home in the apartment after a few days at home for the holidays – I know I said home twice which makes no sense but to me it does.
Let me explain, after moving out of the parentals home (and subsequently my ‘home’) when I was 19 to go out in the big bad world and waste a few years at college, I still have always referred to the home as home, i.e. the place I am from and where my family still happily reside. Even after I moved further afield, finished up uni and got myself a job it still always got called ‘home’. Everywhere else, was simply was the place I stayed during the week and over those weekends when I did not actually venture ‘home’. To be honest, nowhere else has had the honor to be called ‘home’. That is until recently
A while ago I took the leap of faith and moved in with the boyfriend/ball and chain (I jest) and we got a lovely two bedroom apartment in a really nice area and shacked up together. Fast forward a few months and low and behold the festive season was upon us and we headed our separate ways and went to our respective ‘parental homes’ for five days.
I have always loved going back up home, a chance to see family and friends, catch up on the news with each other, see old school friends and uni mates, the usual. It has always been the case that I have been very fortunate to get on very very well with my parents and siblings, and I consider them to fall into both groupings of family and friends. Which also might explain why I loved my trips up to see them.
Anyways I digress.
The point I have been trying to make would be that this evening once i got back into the apartment, unpacked, ordered take away and curled up on the sofa with the boyfriend, i thought to myself ‘it’s good to be home’. I guess it really is true what they say, ‘home is where the heart is’ and it would appear mine has firmly chosen where it would like to be.
Thats not to say you won’t still see me loitering about the parentals some weekends
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