Sunday, 22 July 2012


'We just needed to silently acknowledge that we were home, that we were where we came from. That for that moment, we didn't need to live in another country just to feel accomplished. We were okay as we were.'
- Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness.

Thanks to Becca for allowing me to borrow her book :)
These words I've chosen to post represent many things. Where is home? Why do we go home? And are we always greeted with what we go home wishing to receive? It's often not the beautifully loving home we wish for and fantasise about. But for some reason, the eternal comfort we constantly crave is all the same. We still search for it, perhaps knowing we may never find it in the places we look.

We want to feel 'okay' as we are. We want our home to provide us with just that incomparable feeling. Home is of course, much, much more than just 'home'.

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