Is this my homecoming when I cross the English coast, seeing the white cliffs of Dover?
Or is it when I see the Swiss Cross on the tail of the plane taking be back to my chosen country, Switzerland.
The first twenty years of my life spent growing up in London and moving, voluntarily, to Switzerland where I have been living for the past 54 years, I even landed in Switzerland on my 20th birthday, which was a coincidence,
I have nothing to hold me to London today. Family is no longer, just a couple of cousins, and friends are contacted by computer, be it Facebook, e-mail or messenger, or they might visit for a holiday in Switzerland. Although we are all now golden oldies and travel is no longer so possible.
Seeing the outline of the Jura mountain chain in my “back garden” and the greenery of the fields makes me feel at home.
RDP Sunday: Homecoming
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 
A wonderful observation on Place and Sense of Home.
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Home is where you feel at home.
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I never made it aboard a plane. Maybe never will. I love these photos though!
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I was not actually a fan of flying, but had to take a plane every year to see my father in London. He is no longer there and now I no longer go anywhere.
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I hope to travel again to nice places when its safe. I’d love to alas never having money keeps me grounded.
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I’ve lived in Australia since I was 8 years old so it feels like home to me more than England. However, I still remember arriving in the UK in 1990 with my British passport and being greeted with “welcome home!” by the immigration people at Harwich (we’d arrived by ferry from Holland).Once a Brit always a Brit I guess.
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That never happened to me, although I was usually travelling with a Swiss passport and British passport and changed them at the frontier to suit the country
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