I’ve been searching for a home for years and I’ve come to a conclusion that I left home a long time ago.
Home was when the street lights turned on and all the kids ran home for tea & bed.
Home was abandoning your bike and jumping straight onto the swings without fear.
Home was believing in the magic, that Santa brought you that doll. That the tooth fairy gave you that £1 coin.
Home was in the pet that greeted you after your long day at school, the happy taps of their paws and the chorus of pure excitement to see you again.
Home was settling down for an hour of a Saturday evening with everyone in your household to watch one moment of TV without upset.
Home was in the misty mornings walking to school in your checked summer dresses and frozen water bottles thawing in your favourite characters back pack.
Home was and always will be a distant hazy memory because Home wasn’t a place but a moment in time. A beginning to an end.
I’ve lost my home.
