No Place Like Home....

This weeks prompt for The Gallery was to paint a picture of the world we live in. The hidden bits, the bits one feels are special and people should know about. The bits people wouldn't necessarily see. It could be a picture of where one lives. Somewhere one loves to visit or somewhere one has been on holiday, somewhere one wants to return to.

Well for me there is no place like home, the home where I grew up, went to school....

 I only live around an hour away from my *home* and go back often to see friends and family. I really do love the village I live in, it is very quaint, lots of pretty cottages and country walks to be had, my daughter goes to a lovely, friendly, happy village school, my son is due to start there too. My little Joshua is buried in the village church, I have many friends and have a happy home. Yet it is not really home, home. I have been here in this area for maybe 14 years, having only moved twice from town to village in those years. My darling husband has been in his work position for 16 years, so is very settled, yet like Dorothy I am always longing to go home.

Here is my photograph for the gallery. The beach, not even a 2 minute walk from my childhood home. I have sat crying on this beach. At 15 when I thought I was in love and it was all over, at 24 when the family dog which I loved to take on the beach sadly died, at 32 not knowing if the baby inside me was going to be alright. I have also had many, many, happy times on this beach. Running races with my children, kisses and a little cuddling with my husband,  new lovely family dogs being taken for sprightly walks. And sometimes I go there to think, think about my life. There shall always be some of me there on that beach. It therefore makes my heart sing with happiness to see my own special family walk along that very beach, waving to me, with happy faces. My daughter now has her own memories of it and that makes me smile....

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