Dorothy knew it:
No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful.
There is no place like home.
– The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
As a British native living in America, to me home is not just where you are from, but also where you park your ruby slippers at night. Whilst in England it was the place I shared with a sister and parents, the place of tea and biscuits, of games and stories. Here in the States it is the place I share with a husband and friends, the place of brunch and laughter, of nights in and tranquility.
A new home can also represent a new beginning, as with two friends who have recently moved: one newly single, the other relocating. I plan to send handwritten cards to each. This is certainly a time for sending good luck and best wishes, as they travel along the yellow brick road, each into their chosen Emerald City. May they find that the grass is greener.