Two Homes

My new home is one of cold beers, sunnier skies and “how ya going?” in the street.

My old home is one of warmer beers, grey skies and the pub is your second home

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It still holds my heart, deep in its cold grasp.

I don’t want to move back there but it appears distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Old friendships that have been there for twenty or more years. Family that is growing and carrying on without you.

Catching up through computer screens once a week is not quite the same as sitting down and catching up over your mums amazing Sunday roast.

Following your friend’s life on Facebook is not the same as catching up over a pint of overly fizzy Carlsberg at your local.

My family home recently got sold and Mum and Dad are thoroughly enjoying life in there new town and retirement.

Like I said, I don't want to move back but I had so many good memories of that house in Blake Road. The Blake Road Kids. Or BRK for short. Our “gang”. Still makes me laugh.

The Berry Monster. Only my old friend Ali would understand that.

It’s funny how as kids you can be so close to someone and then just drift away and change so quickly. That’s life I suppose. Without change we wouldn’t grow.

I can’t speak for everyone but I LOVED school for the most part. I look back to that time with a great fondness.  I was a different person then, yes I had my worries but it was a great time in my life.

I had/have some wonderful friends at school who made school as wonderful as it was.

Growing up with them was great fun. Amazing sleepovers where we'd do dares and share secrets. 

And then the awkward at times especially when the girls and the boys started hanging out together but such a laugh!

My fondest memories are probably camping in Cheryl’s garden or hanging out in John’s loft or in Jo’s bedroom.

The boys being in an awesome band and seeing them play in pubs when we were underage.

I miss these old friends so much.  I miss my family.

I feel I sometimes hold the past too tightly. I worry too much about things already gone.

I should cherish the past, hold on to the good things I can and embrace the future.

Living in this beautiful country, with its wonderful wildlife, sunny skies (well, when it decides to remember to shine), coffees with friends. 

Newer friends (although I’ve now known most of them a fair ol’ while now) who are growing older with me, facing life’s challenges and gifts that life throws at us, together.

My only wish is for the two to be in the same place.  But that is selfish of me.

Why don’t you all move over here? ;-)