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My Homes Have Always Been More Than Just Shelters
How the different places I’ve lived in have given me comfort when I needed it
The word home brings up so many memories for me. I was born in the winter of 1959 in London, England, and was the firstborn of four children.
The first home I lived in was in West London. It was a rambling 3-story Victorian house with 10 bedrooms. Lots of people lived there with me, including my parents, lodgers, and ghosts.
I was sensitive to these ghosts from an early age and would often talk to them. My parents were concerned to find me talking to my imaginary friends and told me not to talk to others about it, as they would think I was mad. I kept quiet, but I so longed to share the wonderful personalities my imaginary friends had with others.
Now I’m much older, I talk about those imaginary friends. They offered me support when I was sad and lonely. My parents were always busy, so those spirits were there for me in the right place and at the right time in my life.
Moving onto my second home in 1964
Then, when I was 5 years old, we moved into an old cottage around 8 miles away.
