Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
Leaving home for some is a long process that happens over many years.There may be many preparations and arrangements to be made before the “never to return” point is met or agreed.Perhaps you only leave home when you cohabit for the first time or indeed get married.
Some people, like me ,have it thrust upon them. My sister was in the middle of doing her PhD and couldn’t bear to have me around.My dad had been dead about two years and my sister had bought a house with my mum’s money with the idea that we would all live together,but it proved impossible.
Basically she told my mum that I would have to live somewhere else.
So I got a summer job on an island as a barmaid and never returned home.There was sea and a ferry between me and my old home. All in all it was probably about a hundred miles.
It was a very different life and when I finished my summer job ,I went to University and lived in digs and on graduation moved to Birmingham.
All the time moving further away from my old home,never to return.My mum, God bless her soul always wanted me to go back,but I never would; and now; that old home seems a million miles away.A piece of history.A place that used to exist and you can’t get any farther than that.
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