There’s been a couple of newspaper pieces on peoples’ notions of home, prompting me to think about what mine. I was floored. There isn’t any one dwelling, that I can remember, that I would say epitomised home for me. Home is primarily safety for me, safety and privacy, and warmth and where I have autonomy. I cannot think of any spaces in which I have lived, either as a child or adult where I felt all of those things. It needs more consideration….perhaps….
