Home.


I've not been home in 3 years. 

I did a photography project about 'home' and 'homesickness' last semester at uni, so the idea of going home has not been far from my mind since. I've been struggling with quite bad homesickness since I decided the topic of my project, so while I don't get many days where I am both off university and work, I made a trip back up to the North-East a priority and managed to sneak a few in and revisit my hometown, finally.










I know they say 'home is where the heart is' and all that, but surely the heart can be in more than one place? 

I don't think 'home is where the heart is', I don't think you have one home. I think home is a state of mind; Laying in bed with a cup of tea, my dog and my fiancé is home, Walking along one of the beaches in my hometown is home, seeing my sister smile when I go down to England to see her is home, discovering a 'hidden' patch of Edinburgh is home, sitting on my couch finally writing this and realising I've been home all along is home. 

♥