Home Is Where the Heart Is

Home is where the heart is. I’ve travelled all over the world, but there is nowhere like home—where I can hear my mother laughing at the TV, feel my dog jumping all over me, and see my dad with his gun, either going to get squirrels or digging up the asparagus bed.

Living in Heaven

I live in heaven. I was blessed with my family. And no matter my discontent with elements of my life—the pull to create, the suffering that entails, the not-good-enough aspect of it all—I would never swap a second with my family, in my home, for the life of another. I am the richest person in the world. Nothing could make me happier than going back home into the arms of my loving family.

Cherished

My beautiful brother and his gorgeous family. The memories I have of my grandparents on Cromer beach. Stealing the butter—I was so blessed. I am so blessed. All the animals we’ve had over the years; my beautiful cat ‘Spider’, the goats and their salt licks and cheese, the famous otter, the dogs—oh, the dogs! The eagle owl ‘Gonk’, the sound of the buzzard flying overhead.

My Mum and Dad

My dad’s dedication to his art—his writing, his photography, his taxidermy. The love he’s put into creating a safe place for our family. The pain we experienced through burglaries. My mum, with the loudest voice in the world, works so hard for everyone and has so many friends. She used to work nights and sleep just a few hours during the day.

Moments 

My brother’s troubled teens, my own stupidity—the PVC catsuit I wore at school. So silly. Silly things. Meaningful things.

Connections

My new friends, my old friends. I hold them dear in my heart. Wild, wild people, beautiful creative souls that hold my world together, that hold me together. My coaches, my meditation group. The nature around my home I know so intricately. The bluebells in the woods. The river that runs through our little hamlet. The neighbours who’ve lived there my whole life.

Forever Home

Home is where the heart is, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.