What is home to you - Part 5

What isn't home to you?

A cell is not a home. A cell is purgatory. A cell is a place where one is sent for punishment.

A shop doorway is not a home. It is a temporary refuge. Ditto cardboard boxes under railway bridges.

Your friend's home is not your home, because sofa surfing is not living, it's a temporary refuge albeit somewhat more luxurious than a railway arch. Ditto hotels, which is just sofa surfing but using an anonymous bed.

A holiday is not a home. A holiday is a break from home, a break from the worries and things to be faced and things to resolve. A holiday is sometimes necessary but a home is always necessary, even if only for just a place to chill for a few weeks or months.

The wrong town is not your home because you feel like a fish out of water. I shouldn't have lived in Buckinghamshire. While it is a very scenic part of the world it is not the right place for me. Too many Tories in one place turn me into Che Guevara when I'm drunk. There are a bunch of other places that are not home either and I will surely discover them all sooner or later.

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