There’s no place like home

Like the majority of Londoners I’m not actually from London, over two years ago I turned city life up a notch and moved from Birmingham to the Big Smoke. It was something I’d wanted to do since leaving university but it took a while for me to get my act together and find a way to get there in a sensible fashion with a few pounds in my purse.  I like to think I have two homes now, the home I’ve built and the Home I came from.

The desire to move and make a life for myself means I rarely get Home sick because I keep myself busy and when I reflect on what I’ve built so far it isn’t all that bad. A good job, a nice flat with some lovely housemates and great friends to spend my time with (including some Brummies who understand Brummie ways).


But in the words of Dorothy, there’s no place like home, whether that’s 100 miles away, 1,000s of miles away or just around the corner. And Home is where you’ll find me this weekend, it’s been a few months since my last visit and I’m pretty excited to be back. I’ve got a wedding to celebrate and I can’t wait to hear about how the ceremony went in Mexico (the pictures looked beautiful!). I’m also getting to catch up with my friends and family.

When I haven’t been Home for a while I do get pretty nostalgic and I started to think about what I miss without realising and what I enjoy most about being here.

Number one is definitely my friends and family. I’d like to think I’m pretty good at keeping in touch, helped by social media no doubt, but you can’t beat seeing someone in person. The people at Home are those who’ve known you the longest, making for easy and enjoyable company no matter how long it was since you last saw them.


Image from unraveled design

Then, it’s the rather selfish feeling of enjoying being looked after, keeping an eye on yourself can be hard work sometimes! You also can’t beat a meal at Home which has taken more than a trip to the local convenience store to put together.

I love the sense of familiarity at Home, you can reminisce about your past and remind yourself of where you came from and the hard work you’ve put in to get to where you are now. As I’ve been indulging my creative side recently I had a rummage through my art studies, whilst I didn’t find any masterpieces it was nice to see where that side of me begun.

My early attempt at Louis Tiffany– founder of Tiffany & Co

There’s a lot more of my mum at Home too, she had an eye for nice things and you’ll find her in the wall paper, the lighting, the paint and decorative touches around the house. I like to think I’ll have the same eye when I own my own home.


The pace of things turns back down a notch and you can enjoy being in a place that can always be called Home. Have a cuppa, sit back and relax! *satisfied sigh*

So readers do you live a long way from Home too? What do you love about life now but miss about your hometown? Do you have a favourite thing/meal/place you enjoy going back to?

I’d love to hear how others feel about being a Londoner but not being from London! Or anyone who lives a few miles from where they came from.