"No matter where you travel in this world or wherever you go, you'll always yearn to come back to the place you know; the place you sprang from. The reason is simple; one can find no strangeness in the home where you were born, in the place where you belong.
I remember emigrating to Canada in the cold winter of 1963. This was the very first time I left home and I didn't know if I'd ever be back. My father had gone off to work earlier that morning as he was never one for saying goodbyes and my mother cried buckets as I stepped into the taxi and looked back. Her last words to me that frosty December morning were the most comforting and reassuring ones any mother could ever tell one of her children leaving home for the first time : ' I love you Billy. I'll be here when you come back.'
Call me a sentimentalist if you must, but I love the thought of coming home to someone I love. In fact, I love coming home period! Even when I am away for the weekend or on a fortnight's holiday, however posh the place may be, I have never found a bed I can sleep in more soundly than my own bed. The food may be great, but it still isn't a patch on the fare that my fair Sheila serves me daily.
I suppose I'm just a homing bird who will never forget his roots or his way back home; a parochial pigeon of fanciful flight. I include below a favourite song of mine that always reminds me of home when I'm away." William Forde: January 9th, 2016.