Post by Carina Spring.
Recently, my eldest brother scanned big boxes full of old family pictures and shared the files with us. It was a labour of love for him, taking hours and hours of work. I was so grateful he’d done it, as those pictures are part of our family history. It was amazing to see all of these captured moments in places that have represented home not only to us, but also to some of our ancestors. And what really struck me was how much it is the people and the love that make home; the rich, shifting tapestry of relationships that accompany us through life.
“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye?