Home

And yet . . . in a strange way, I was not home. I was still waiting, still looking for something.

Home too is again my first family, to whom the others might all be freaks, my mother's cooking and my father's ideas, the web of relations and traditions that surround us on holy days and in times of crisis or celebration. And it is the home that exists only inside me, which encompasses and unites all that is held together by my fragile skin, and w

In fact we have two homes, one local, the other infinite.

Everybody needs a – a centre. Somewhere to go out from and come back to. And I suppose as you get older you enjoy the coming back more than the going out.’

Home is not just a place. Home is a state of being.” —Laura Carlin, author and blogger

A true house is something you can return to when the adventure of thought and action has made you leave it and almost forget about it.