Does anyone else get the feeling of never knowing where 'home' is?
Despite being married for 28 years, with two fantastic kids and a lovely house that we've lived in for 17 years it just doesn't feel like home.
I can't quite put my finger on it, maybe it's more of a sense of belonging that I've never had. But I feel like I've been searching my whole life for somewhere to call home.
My brother told me that when I was very small, probably around five or six that I used to cry and tell him I wanted to go home while sitting in my bedroom. I can certainly remember thinking that I wanted to go home way into my teens although the crying had stopped by then.
All through my childhood I harboured fantasies that I was adopted or stolen and my real parents would come and find me and take me home. I know this isn't the case as there are photos of me as a baby and a really strong family resemblance.
Despite being married for 28 years, with two fantastic kids and a lovely house that we've lived in for 17 years it just doesn't feel like home.
I can't quite put my finger on it, maybe it's more of a sense of belonging that I've never had. But I feel like I've been searching my whole life for somewhere to call home.
My brother told me that when I was very small, probably around five or six that I used to cry and tell him I wanted to go home while sitting in my bedroom. I can certainly remember thinking that I wanted to go home way into my teens although the crying had stopped by then.
All through my childhood I harboured fantasies that I was adopted or stolen and my real parents would come and find me and take me home. I know this isn't the case as there are photos of me as a baby and a really strong family resemblance.
