A funny thing happens when you grow up, the place you have called home for, well, ever, changes.
For me it didn't change until I met M and we moved in together. Before that I had always lived in houseshares with strangers, and really then only one room feels like yours if anything. It never felt like home.
When we got our first place, we made that home. It was private. It had our things. It's where we started to build a little life together. From that moment on I referred to London as home, not the place I grew up. That became 'Mum's house'. What else to call it? What do you call the place you grew up?
I spent the best part of my childhood in a small town in Somerset. We moved there from somewhere quite different, and this new place was full of things we hadn't had enough of until then. It was green, with fields and countryside and animals and big skies and cobbled streets. I liked living there, but only now can I really appreciate it. When you're 14 you don't care about trees and open spaces so much, do you?
We took Sachin a few weeks ago, for country walks and time with friends and babies and family and our Cat.
So that's my other home. And I need to visit a lot more.