Home Is Where The Heart Is

"Home is where the heart is" ...it's one of those sayings that you always hear but rarely consider-or I do anyway! When I relocated last year for Baby Daddy's job I tried very hard to look at it as an adventure, as an opportunity and as something I'd never done before. Moving to an area where we didn't know a single person and were at least two and a half hours away from all the people we cared about was a thought that threatened to turn our relocation in to something negative. But Baby Daddy had to go where the work was and it's my job to support that, so with a positive frame of mind, we went and gave it our best shot.

We've lived near Brighton now for a year and in three weeks we will be back in our hometown for good. We spent a year doing what we commited to, living dawwwn south, but it's time to come home now. My partners work contract has come to an end, as we always knew it would and we are getting ready to come home. I can not hide my enthusiasm!

I'm very family orientated, and we have a beautiful group of friends who we love to spend time with and it's down to them that the last year has been so hard! Yup, it's all their fault! If they weren't such superstars then I wouldn't have missed them as much, but hey-ho they all are said superstars and have meant I've missed them all hugely.

Whether it's the impromptu Sunday Phone call suggesting the whole gang descend on a chosen pub, kids in tow for food, chatter and lots of laughter or the well planned night out that doesn't end until the sun comes up...or someone's been sick! I miss the gang and I miss Sunday Lunch crammed around my Mum and Dad's table, as the conversation descends to the worst cases of toilet humor I've ever known! I even miss the random knockings on the door at night when friends want their hair curling for a hot date or even just a bit of company when the lads are out. I miss it all.

That's why I couldn't be any more euphoric about moving back home! We gave southern living a go and as beautiful as our new house was, it just never got further than that-a house. It never became a home. To become a home you need the things that make you feel warm, comforted and safe and as much as a deadbolt and locked door can give you a sense of security, it can't give you that homely vibe. My homely vibe comes from the people who live near me, who visit frequently and the knowledge that my Mum and Dad are only round the corner. To me, that's home.

Seeing my friends this weekend has never reminded me more that I'm easily pleased, give me a room full of my lovely friends and time with my family and you won't wipe the smile from my face.

Love Chloe xx