A cuppa at Mum's, the taste of home.

Wahroonga, Meadowbank, Quakers Hill, Acacia Gardens, Ryde, Nunawading, Glen Waverley, Donvale, Chadstone, Hawthorn and the thirteenth arrondissement of Paris are but a few places I've called home.

But, where is home? What is home?

Is it where you've lived the longest? Where you grew up? Where your mail gets sent? Where the most significant life events took place?

Hard to say.

Tell you what though, when I get to Mum's place in Acacia Gardens, I need not say much:

Double bagged
Milk on the side
An old mug of mine
Out back on the patio
Cigarette (sometimes)

Then, I am free to melt into the Bunnings outdoor chair and be at rest. When I administer that glorious inaugural sip, my body just knows - I'm home.

L