tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post6342062741629493050..comments2023-04-21T03:00:43.464+11:00Comments on four hundred years ago, a baby went to sleep: What I wantAnna Ryan-Punchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13741886679896612577noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post-63978954568547676802011-04-25T10:30:51.642+11:002011-04-25T10:30:51.642+11:00I like this. Home can mean many things. To my moth...I like this. Home can mean many things. To my mother who has just moved to a nursing home it now seems to mean being alone and safe.<br />I like the German 'heimat' concept (when not hijacked by nationalists).ernmalleyscatnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post-15977751892581616082011-04-25T01:22:51.825+11:002011-04-25T01:22:51.825+11:00For ages when I was living between the family home...For ages when I was living between the family home and Garry's home, it felt like I was homeless. Once or twice a week, I would cart stuff back and forth.<br /><br />Looking back, the family home hadn't felt like a home for a long time as well, or not my imagined, ideal notion of home anyhow.<br /><br />And home now, sort of feels like home but is still not what I envisage it to be. However I do think I'm getting there.Rita (mademoiselle délicieuse)https://www.blogger.com/profile/12353807765589132835noreply@blogger.com