Home is Where You Hang Your Hat

Home is where the Heart is.

Home is where you make it.

And all the other platitudes.

As I am about to embark on my flight home, to my new home, leaving again my old home, I reflect on what home means to me. On where home is for me.

I hoped to have something interesting to say, I don’t seem to have much. I will try to revisit this later and make something out of it.

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