What does home mean to you?

Some of you may or may not know that I sometimes write for The Leither Magazine. Here is the beginning from my latest pieceAt Home on Disappearing Islands. It’s my thoughts on living on Tarawa, a remote island in the middle of the Pacific. I lived there for five years. To read the full piece click on the link. I’d love to hear your thoughts and to know where, or what, home means to you?

When I was growing up rock band Mott The Hoople said ‘home’ was ‘where they wanna be’, for Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz there was no place like it, John Denver wanted to be taken there, Tom Jones longed for its ‘green green grass’ and Lynryd Skynyrd called it ‘sweet’. But I never got the big deal about it. Home was the same old same old, dull. I yearned for the beauty of being surrounded by the unfamiliar. I wanted the slap of the different in my face. I wanted  to shake up my senses. And so I travelled, and I wasn’t disappointed. This is how I ended up on the very remote South Tarawa, the capital of Kiribati (see Leither Magazine issue 106). But, South Tarawa wasn’t like anywhere I’d ever been before. For the first time in my life I started to feel homesick …