Homeward Bound

I can’t wait for the day I’m home, But where is home? Is it a past memory of childhood of the family sitting around the living room watching the TV with a takeaway on a Saturday night? Or is it the future that’s yet to be created, a family of your own and a new place to call home? Maybe it’s a feeling one of love and joy the kind you first created playing as a young boy? But I believe it is not just one of the above, but them all in twined into a magical feeling, one of wonder and belief. It is to complex for us to understand now but trust me my friends, when your home . . . you’ll know.