“Home is where the heart is.”
“There’s no place like home.”
“Home Sweet Home.”
“Home interprets Heaven. Home is Heaven for beginners.”
I was an Army brat. From the day I was born until my mid teens I never stayed in a house for more than 2 years. I absolutely loved moving house. I’d get a new bedroom to decorate, new places to explore and lots of new friends. When I was 11 I went to boarding school. The moving around had become a problem for mine and my brothers education. My dad got posted 3 months before my brother was due to sit his GCSE’s. I was a fair bit more “settled” but still loved the idea of moving house. In reality it was pretty poop. I no longer had the opportunities to make friends without totally putting myself out there by approaching groups of pre-teens in the street. For my school holiday’s I spent most them alone.
Throughout all of this we always visited this house.
My grandma bought it when my big brother was a baby so it was always the place that we went back to. Our stability. When I was about 14 my parents bought it off of her and it became our home.
Even now that I have moved out and we live in our own house, this will always be my home.