Sarah’s post over at Shutter Sisters got me thinking about home. Home is a complicate place for me. My home is far far away from my childhood home. Although I have spent the past 12 years far from home I’m still a New England girl through and through. I miss NE most during this time of the year. There is something very American about autumn. Apple orchards, pumpkin patches, bonfires and football games. Autumn in the UK the same, yet different. Autumn here in Manchester can be a dark and damp place. Once the clocks go back and an hour is lost all I want to do is crawl under a blanket and hibernate. I really have to force myself to go out and do things. When you factor in the rain that falls in sunny Manchester it can make for a difficult autumn/winter.
It would be fair to say that most of the photos I post highlights my life outside. Walks in some of the fantastic parks in Manchester. Nature walks and PYO fruit in the beautiful Cheshire countryside. I rarely if ever post photos of my home.
I struggle with this home of mine. It’s not a home I chose for myself. I didn’t walk around it’s empty rooms picturing myself living, loving and making a life for myself here. What I did do was meet a boy in South Carolina, a boy who owned a home in far off Manchester. I never dreamed I would live and raise a family in England.
But, here I am, in south Manchester doing just those things. I’ve documented my desire to move to bigger digs. In my American mind I picture big rooms with oak floors, wide front porches and creaky stairs. In my reality I’ll end up with something similar to what I have but just a smidge bigger. I’m OK with my reality because I love my Brit and where ever he goes I go. Now, to get him to make a decision and move to a bigger house!
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