I was travelling back 'home' to the Staffordshire Moorlands after watching my football team Arsenal win a 'home' premier league game yesterday and I got to thinking about the word
It's one of the most powerful words in the English language. It has a meaning which transcends its original geographical definition and takes on a significance steeped in emotion. While it can be 'home', where you feel 'at home', or the now ubiquitous 'home home', each is the same in that it is a special mixture of place, people and feeling. Home is shelter and security. Home is where we expect to find and to feel love
Now I'm not going harp on about compassion and refugee crises. But just stop and think for a moment how good it is to have a 'home' (and how much it must hurt for the opposite to be true)...
So as I was thinking upon it, I thought I'd share my 'homes'... The first is where I live now, the next a duck pond in Kent that reminds me of childhood walks with my nan (pic 2 with my niece), the third the house of my γιαγιά in Cyprus (pic 3) and lastly the view from my seat in Arsenal's stadium (pic 4). This is me. So now you know! Thanks for stopping by
Edit: How interesting that the selected shots also contains the following: 1. My car and the promise of an open road; 2. Family and wildlife; 3. the setting sun and the first car I ever drove and 4. Top level sporting competition. No doubt Freud would be most amused...