I don’t have many relations. Certainly not many I am on speaking terms with. But some of those I do speak to, probably count as ‘serious’ people.
I was pleased, then, to find this advert brought up on my gmail account recently:
But what should I get for the more light-hearted members of my family?
I’ve been in the south of Spain for a couple of days, and have been talking to other writers down here.
It’s natural to want to put other people into some kind of context, so I wasn’t surprised when, shortly after I met her, one woman asked me “Where is home?”
Without much thought, I answered, “Spain.”
Then that began to rankle. It simply didn’t feel like the right answer.
Home. It’s not simply where you live, is it? It has to do with family and friends and a sense of belonging.
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