What does home mean to you? This is something I’ve been thinking about recently.
Is it your own bed, the house where you grew up – or the people you’re with?
Home itself is more of a feeling than a place for many people.
Having been ‘away from home’ in a traditional sense (i.e. living abroad and away from my family) for a year now, I’m asking myself those questions. What is home to me? I think it’s a place in my heart where I feel stable, comfortable and sure of myself and my plans; more of a state of mind than an actual place. Visiting my mother at her house in England – pictured – last month reminded me of that feeling.What do you think of as home?