Home II

Home is where I started my life as an adult, where I fell in love for the third and last time.   Home is where I had my son after three failed attempts, making his birth seem like a miracle.
 
Home is the sea: the beach and the harbour, herring gulls and wind.  Home is chai, instead of coffee, saying thank you and please. Home is being happy when you can hang washing out and meeting the sun with glee.  
 
Home is clutter, kitchen, garden and trees.  Home is green instead of yellow, newspapers , quiz nights and rain.  
 
Home is radio 4 as a background, blackbirds, starlings and tits.  
 

Home is where I am most free to be me.