A slightly bittersweet list to be honest, given I've just moved away.
I've often wondered though- at what stage does your childhood home stop being "home"? Is it always "home" in your heart? Despite the fact that they haven't moved since she was a little girl, Mama CupandSaucer refers to my grandparents' house as "my mum and dad's"- not home. Yet my brother and his girlfriend each still refer to their parents' houses as "home". Perhaps it's when you buy your own home? Or have children?
Either way, for the purposes of this list home will be my childhood home in deepest Devon. It's where the heart still remains, despite my love for Cardiff and my happy little existence here.
1. The cat jumping onto my lap within seconds of me sitting down in the living room.
2. The smell of clean, clean air.
3. The feeling I get as I leave the dual carriageway and take the country roads across the moor- it's like going onto autopilot.
4. The view from my bedroom window (above)
5. My mum and brothers.
6. Sitting in the kitchen chattering over mugs of tea (this is the quickest way to make me feel at home anywhere)
7. Icy mornings, which make me think of how difficult it would be to leave the house if I were at home.
8. Feeling like I can unashamedly be both the best and worst versions of myself.
This post is part of the 52 Lists Project, as organised by Ema. Check out her blog for all the details!