For Sian’s Story Telling Sunday…on Saturday…almost a week late…

I almost missed this one and even this morning I was sure I wouldn’t be able to write something.
I am catching up with my blogging friends after a couple of weeks away, you know how it is, life just gets in the way sometimes doesn’t it?
Anyhow there I was over at Sian’s when I saw that her suggested theme for this month was Coming Home.
That phrase, Coming Home and what it means to me has been buried in my mind for 30 years and reading it this morning brought a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes.
Many, many, many (never one to exaggerate!) years ago I was going through a tough time emotionally. I had come through a divorce and then a failed relationship when I met Paul who was going through similar times.
I’ll spare you the details!
Well, we went out, fell in love, broke up, got together and moved in together all in the space of 4 months.
It feels like I’m Coming Home is what I told my friends and family when they asked a hundred questions along the lines of ‘What on earth are you doing” and ‘You hardly know him’
I was right, I was coming home, I am home, with Paul, still.

Thank you Sian. x