I think the general pattern of this blog is going to be: one post poem, one post opinion. Slightly random, but ah well.

So after having a browse through wordpress and really trying to get to grips with the whole process, I stumbled across a great blog by ‘tominalbion’ about his musings about coming from England and moving to the US and how things are so different for him. This really got me thinking about my own movement through the UK and how far I have travelled within the past year and a half and it is pretty hard hitting. Moving from a little industrial town in East Lancashire, down to Falmouth, Cornwall for University and my parents moving to Inverness, Scotland really has impacted my life dramatically. Movement and fluidity really does make you question were you ‘belong’ and were home really is. Is it your current inhabitance? Is is were you have lived the longest? Or is it truly where the heart it? Space only becomes a place through your lived social experiences of it, so how exactly do you make a new place, home? Or how do you forget your old home and move on? So this is a poem I wrote to kind of reflect this. Hope you enjoy πŸ™‚

They say home is where the heart is,
but how can that possibly be so?
When a heart is divided into a trio of lands
that pervade my dreams and
make their lucid demands.
If home is where the heart is,
then mine is surely lost;
wandering streets of torn up means;
below the surface, or away with the bees.
They say home is where the heart is,
but words are just a medium,
a medium indispensable,
a medium incomprehensible,
to the smallest of minds and to the giants of time.
I am a wanderer, yet,
I am most definitely lost.
Lost in time,
Lost in space,
Lost in every atom in every microcosm.
Home is where the heart is? So where exactly is that?
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7 thoughts on “Home

  1. I moved from the south of England to Lancashire for university (so we did a bit of a swap!!) so your post struck a cord with me! Maybe multiple places become your home? Your post also reminded me of the song “home” by Gabrielle Aplin (which I actually danced to at uni!!) but it’s such a pretty song! Anyway, just wanted to say hello and that I enjoyed your post πŸ™‚

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    1. Ah how crazy! I’m glad you enjoyed it! Maybe it does just take time to really establish yourself somewhere to call it home. I’ll check your blog out πŸ™‚ Thanks again!


      1. It definitely does, I’ve graduated now so I’m back down South permanently but Lancaster became my second home when I was there! Especially once you have a good support network around you and get to know the place well πŸ™‚ Hope you’re enjoying Cornwall, it’s such a beautiful place πŸ™‚


  2. Thanks for your lovely comments about my blog! I really like your poetry and your thoughts on the topic. I am very envious of you living in the Westcountry; I miss it but I’m lucky enough to be able to return at least once a year πŸ™‚

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