They say home is where the heart is, and I, for one, would have to agree. We moved house again this year and for the second time I returned from university to a completely new house. To some people, this would be very strange and I suppose to an extent it was. But I have always felt that where ever my family are, I usually feel at home. A house is simply a shell; its the people that make it a home. I think, if I'm honest, this is the only way to really cope with moving house alot.
Moving house also offers a fantastic chance to start afresh. I have always believed that life is full of chapters and that they are there to allow you to reflect on your life in order to make sure your aims stay within grasp. Perhaps it is the planning side of my personality but I am a firm believer in constantly maintaining goals and aims. This new house represents a completely new chapter in my life. I am about to graduate and hopefully begin my career path. It's an exciting but scary time.
For me, then, home is about family rather than a house. However, it does have it's drawbacks. After all, with a cute one year old running round and five dogs constantly vying for attention, getting work done is a task. This is particularly stressful with dissertation and essay deadline's looming. Still, I am the only person who will create my future so it's a question of excellent time-management. Oh, life skills.... they really are everywhere.
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