Home sweet Home
I feel a controversy starting to brew. There is a line in a song that says “wherever I lay my hat is my home”. I think the singer was Nick Ainsley but I’m not sure (letters on a postcard) but what a sad line that is for any person to feel like that as I’m sure many do. It’s completely incorrect. What it should say is “wherever I lay my hat is where I live”. It’s my humble opinion that your home is ‘where your heart is’ and that can be anywhere at any given time.
When I arrived at the place where I live after my holiday at the Alua hotel, Pat was already in Spain starting her second holiday at the Rompido hotel having left before I arrived at our little house which we both love. I didn’t feel like I was home. It was just a brick built structure that contained furniture, many memories and, yes, a hat too. It didn’t contain the one thing that turned it into a home, Pat, because a ‘home is where your heart is’ and wherever Pat goes she carries my heart with her, whether she likes it or not. Our house will not feel like home until she comes back and adds the most important ingredient, her.
If I sound like I begrudge her being away then that couldn’t be further from the truth. She not only needs a break from constantly worrying about me, she needs to get away from the drudgery of the housework etc and have a good rest and do what she pleases not what’s needed.
The moment she sets foot in the door on her return and starts nagging me our house will become our home again.
If you don’t agree ask yourself this question. If you lose your loved one, for whatever reason, would the house, flat, bungalow etc. you live in together ever be the same again?
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