I’ve written before about home. About what it means to me as an expat; how I have made myself feel at home here in the States, what I miss and what I don’t miss.
I’ve mused on the difference between my spiritual home of Scotland and the home I make with my family. I’ve discovered; by moving many, many miles away from home; that I take my home with me. That it isn’t contained within the four walls of our house, but is part of us. I’ve realised that while I miss people, I don’t miss things. This has been liberating.