So, Bath is no longer home - whatever is left of home is a spare bed in August, Fran and Ed's house and maybe Keri's floor. Mum and Teju moved away at the start of September to a new place - in wimbeldon! Shorty has not much going for the place and wants to be with his sweetheard in Leicester, so he will be packing off very shorty (infact, I was convinced he was already there!)
Its funny, how you have all things in one place one moment and no ties in the very next. OK, 'no ties' is a bit of a drama queen stretch - but my heart still wants to walk around the pedestrian streets or on Argyle street on the way from Chris's Henrietta park place listening to the church bells and nodding to everyone who smiles and knows you - like the people at Bang and Olufsen or the Bath Rugby store or the icecream lady near the park bench where Lew and I used to gaze at Tulips. All good memories! (Reading this again, I actually sound like I am sixty! nevermind!)
But so, is wimbeldon new home-home? I guess, or maybe its still riverted back to India - I like that better. For some reason, I was never a london person. Also Chris is up up in Newcastle. Although he protested strongly, I swear that place was so cold and windy! But thats English Autumn, ey?
So, E T went home - had some good rest, walks into town, went to London, saw Mum and sis's new place (new home, kids - very pretty!) and had some gorgeous gorgeous home cooked food by Mum. Now that feeling is definitely home. :-)