Home is wherever I’m at. Wherever I lay my head. Where there’s laughter. And food. And wine. Stories of the past and present. The latest gossip on our family members. Hugs from friends you haven’t seen in years. The smell of lavender. And lemongrass. Sunday sorbet on a sugar cone. Music. And in the spirit of travellers.
I’m going to miss living here. Torquay Street is an interesting place to live in. One day I really will write about this place. Funding or no funding.