Walking along the familiar streets of Norwich, my ‘home town’, while I’m back here visiting family for a few days, and I feel sure that I could turn a corner and be walking along a familiar street in Sydney. Or for that matter, a familiar street in Bordeaux or Delhi or Edinburgh or London or Bologna or Dublin or Kathmandu or Frankfurt or Hereford or Bristol or Paris or Berne.
I don’t get lonely and I never feel as though I’m far away, even when the streets I’m walking are thousands of miles from the streets my family and friends are walking.
Its as though all the places I know are connected in my head and therefore the possibility of walking out of one and into another exists.
Home may currently be in Australia, but I feel like I’m just round the next corner.