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A to Z Blogging Challenge: H is for Home

Today for the A to Z Blogging Challenge, I was going to write about H for Health and that’s what was mentioned yesterday on my Gibraltar post. That’s not the vibe I am feeling today though. Although good health is vitally important for all my family and I wouldn’t have my best possible life without them all having excellent health, I can’t stick it on the wish list today. Partly because I feel like if we had our best life possible, then excellent health would follow. It’s a chicken and egg scenario. So, instead today is going to represent H for Home. I want a new one.

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I am almost thirty-nine years old. For thirty-six of those years I have lived in the same village. I was brought up here and lived here until I was twenty-four. I moved away for three years around the time I got married and then when the time came to think about having children of my own, I wanted to live close to my parents and we moved back here. From the day I moved into our house I haven’t felt comfortable. I just don’t feel like it’s my permanent home and I want to move to somewhere else.

When I imagined my dream home, I always had modest expectations. This house should really have been my dream home because it fit that profile. I wanted to have three bedrooms, a conservatory, a dining room, wooden flooring all through it and a small garden. I also wanted a terraced house because living in a detached house just seemed very cold and solitary. I have got all of those things in this house, but I’ve come to realise that it’s about more than just how many bedrooms you have or whether you have a conservatory. It’s about the vibe.

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I can pinpoint exactly why I don’t like this house but it’s not something I can write about publicly, I don’t think. You just never know who is reading your blogs. But I can safely say that the village I live in doesn’t feel like my home any more. I don’t know how that is possible, given that I’ve lived here for thirty-six out of my thirty-nine years, but it is true. I’ve gotten past the materialistic stage and would gladly live in a shoe-box apartment, so long as I had my family with me and they were all healthy and happy.

Although, don’t get me wrong, if I was a millionaire and had choices and money to burn, I’d have the following:

  • a detached house with a small area of land to grow our own vegetables
  • a garage
  • a south-facing balcony
  • an electric vehicle charging point
  • a conservatory with blinds and heating
  • three bedrooms with an en-suite in each
  • a kennel room for Rum that’s inside the house but is his own space
  • a utility room where I could put the washing machine and tumble dryer
  • a terrace or garden with high gates that Luke couldn’t get out of
  • it would be in Gibraltar

But, I don’t have those choices and the way things are going, I’ll be lucky to be able to afford to put this house on the market any time soon. I do try to feel gratitude and thank the universe every day for having a roof over my head at all, and be glad that once, not so long ago, I was in such a good financial position that somebody thought I was a safe bet to give a mortgage to but when the roof leaks, the chimney crumbles, the garden is a mess and we can’t get enough dry days to be able to paint the fence, it’s difficult to see past all the problems.

I blame Instagram for making me feel like my home isn’t good enough. Bloody Instagram.

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Tomorrow I’m writing about Interlagos. If you’re an F1 fan, you’ll know where that is and have a good idea why I’m writing about it. Over on my author site today I’m writing about Health, from a Nanowrimo perspective and discussing some of the problems we might encounter as writers. If you’re also participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge, remember to leave your own URL in the comments below so that I can visit your site. I’m falling behind with my visits but planning to catch up this week.

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