Share your story

Hello, and thank you for checking out this blog. This project isn’t just about me, or those whose stories have already been published. I want to hear about what ‘home’ means to all of you, no matter who or where you are. Home can be a place, a feeling, a person, even a song or … More Share your story

Wedding daze

Planning our wedding felt amazing in the beginning. Like a gorgeous little secret. We’d shared the engagement news – everyone is usually thrilled over engagements – and we were starting to knock off lots of the big things on the list. Deciding what we want our wedding to be, the guest list, the venue, food, … More Wedding daze

2016: Reflections

At the end of each year since 2011, I’ve written a reflective essay looking back at the previous 12 months and ahead to the coming year. Read notes from 2012, 2013, 2014 & 2015. Whoa, boy. Where to begin with you, 2016? Well, let’s start at the beginning – one year ago, when I was … More 2016: Reflections

Reflections: The real reason you still shop at Ikea

‘Home’ feels too uncertain a notion to invest in these days – decoratively and emotionally – and sometimes decor becomes an afterthought. Sarah Amandolare wrote a piece for the Guardian at the weekend that struck a chord with me – as someone researching (and eventually writing about) the topic of home, I am always on … More Reflections: The real reason you still shop at Ikea

The real reason you still shop at Ikea – and probably always will

Title: The real reason you still shop at Ikea – and probably always will Author: Sarah Amandolare Published in the Guardian on June 26 2016 ‘Home’ feels too uncertain a notion to invest in these days – decoratively and emotionally – and sometimes decor becomes an afterthought I’ve spent much of my adult life amid other people’s decor, … More The real reason you still shop at Ikea – and probably always will

Goodnight, Grandad

I once asked my grandfather how he’d like to spend his final days. After a lifetime spent travelling between England, Canada and the US, I was curious which of these places he’s called home would call to him in the end. “I’d like to be on a tropical beach somewhere, with a beautiful woman bringing … More Goodnight, Grandad

Where I am

So much for writing every week, huh? I realise there aren’t many people following this blog (thank goodness – otherwise I’d feel guilty and accountable!) But for those who are here: thank you, and I hope to share more with you over the coming months. There’s not a whole lot to report, really. I suppose … More Where I am

Goals (or why I’m not writing every day)

This week in counselling, we talked about goals. Not just achieving goals, but how to make goals that are realistic and attainable, and help support all areas of my life. My homework this week was to set myself achievable goals that cover the necessities (paying bills, solving problems etc.) the routine (cooking, cleaning, self-care) and the … More Goals (or why I’m not writing every day)

2015: Reflections

At the end of each year since 2011, I’ve written a reflective essay looking back at the previous 12 months and ahead to the coming year. Read notes from 2012, 2013, 2014, & 2016. On the last night of 2015, Jake and I were getting ready to go out when he suggested we sit down … More 2015: Reflections

Getting back on track

For the first time in my life, after many months of deep and difficult consideration, I am taking antidepressants. I have not yet assimilated that fact into my identity. To help me process it, I’m going to tell you the story of me and my depression.

Hey Jude

My godmother Jude died almost a year ago. Her ashes were scattered yesterday, though I wasn’t able to join the family to say that particular goodbye. As I approach the anniversary of her sudden death, I find myself thinking of her a lot, so I dug up the eulogy (of sorts) I wrote in the aftermath. … More Hey Jude

White Doors

“Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there anymore.” – Robin Hobb When Mummy and Daddy got divorced, Mummy asked the Council for a house, and was given a choice: we could either move into a house that … More White Doors

A House To Put It In

A soldier’s little girl, whose father was being moved to a distant post, was sitting at the airport among her family’s meager belongings. The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs and duffel bags. A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head. ‘Poor child,’ she said. ‘You haven’t got a home.’ … More A House To Put It In

2014: Reflections

At the end of each year since 2011, I’ve written a reflective essay looking back at the previous 12 months and ahead to the coming year. Read notes from 2012, 2013, 2015 & 2016. This has been a year of great love and great loss. Looking back, the year divides neatly into three chapters, each … More 2014: Reflections

2013: Reflections

At the end of each year since 2011, I’ve written a reflective essay looking back at the previous 12 months and ahead to the coming year. Read notes from 2012, 2014, 2015 & 2016. What a year. My mind struggles to grasp the year in its entirety: there has been so much change and growth … More 2013: Reflections