Interesting topic. Like so many Irish people who lived in England down through the years, small-h home was where I lived and Large-H Home was my parents' house. Now, in my early fifties, that certainty about H-Home isn't there now. My beloved father, for whom I came back to look after in 2012, died earlier this year, and I find myself drifting into being a carer for my much more problematic mother. My partner is in Edinburgh and my only brother is in London.
In the meantime, where I am is Craggy Island as far as my heart feels. As I get older, sentimentality about Ireland feels as fake as a rhinestone two dollar bill and about as welcome in my change.
Older, bearded (but no wiser)
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