‘I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself’.
Maya Angelou
For an eternity it seemed like I had no place I really felt at home (sound familiar?). A friend’s mother once commented that she had more entries in her address book for me than anyone else in her life. I have moved more times than I can actually remember now and at each place of residence, I have made myself as comfortable as I could. Having not actually enjoyed my early years, nor living in the cramped conditions of my teenage years, I was glad to fly the nest at nineteen. As I moved from one place to the next, I suppose I was unconsciously looking for that hangout we call home; a place to feel comforted, a place of nurturing and peace.
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