4 December, 2004

Hjem

I live in Lancaster.  I've been here for eleven years.  I own my own house.
My mother lives in North Wales, just over the border from Chester.  It's almost exactly 100 miles (161 km) or two hours of motorway driving from here.
My father lives in Norway.
My sister lives in Bristol, something like seven hours from Lancaster by motorway, though she's currently renting whilst selling her house in Taunton (Somerset) in order to buy another in Truro (Cornwall).  That'll be an eight-hour drive to visit my mother; it'll be quicker to drive to Plymouth (Devon), fly to Liverpool and drive to Wales.

My mother lives in North Wales, just over the border from Chester. It's almost exactly 100 miles (161 km) or two hours of motorway driving from here.
My father lives in Norway.
My sister lives in Bristol, something like seven hours from Lancaster by motorway, though she's currently renting whilst selling her house in Taunton (Somerset) in order to buy another in Truro (Cornwall). That'll be an eight-hour drive for her to visit my mother; it'll be quicker to drive to Plymouth (Devon), fly to Liverpool and drive to Wales.

However, speaking to K. a few minutes ago, she asked me if I'll be "going home for christmas". That seemed, well, seems, an odd question. I am home; I live in Lancaster. I spend about eleven months of each year here. I tend to visit my mother's house annually, for less than a week; 'my' room there is now a conservatory with a sofa bed.

Yes, I'll be visiting Wales for christmas, then I'll be returning home.