Thoughts about home and losing confidence as a mother.

I’ve written briefly about home before and had a big response. I think about it a lot! Sometimes I find the openness of the landscape here all so freeing. At other times I find it too exposed and I dream of living in a valley with trees and no wind. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck right down at the end of the land and that I’m too far from ‘home’.

I feel like I’m on an island and I can’t get off. This is my home but I still question when it will FEEL like home. I don’t want to live in London anymore and I couldn’t wait to get out but it’s still “home”. 

There are signs that I am feeling more at home here.