Home?

This weekend I am going to Barcelona for a stag do. It is nice to see family and friends.

But where is home? Can we have more than one home?

Someone at work said today I must be delighted to be “going home” for a visit during the summer months.

After 10 years, 5 months and 4 days, I feel pretty much at home in socially deprived, under performing, ned-infested, alcohol-fuelled, litter-rich, ambitionless, dirty old Glasgow’s East End.

My mum always said that home is where her kids earn a good living.
That makes my mum half-Scottish by the way.
I am of the opinion that home is where one is happy.