tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869945185122101623.post4471015413557132145..comments2024-03-10T08:20:32.724+00:00Comments on Living in Exile: Driving HomeIsabel Doylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17974989548030799086noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869945185122101623.post-3230644194881055572012-01-10T03:09:36.594+00:002012-01-10T03:09:36.594+00:00Feeling 'homesick' can strike at any time,...Feeling 'homesick' can strike at any time, and for people, as well as places... I feel for you...Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869945185122101623.post-58474383407130081992012-01-07T13:34:11.110+00:002012-01-07T13:34:11.110+00:00No words of wisdom or advice from me, Isabel. I th...No words of wisdom or advice from me, Isabel. I think you are independent, resolute, a strong character - but you probably would have been all of those however your life evolved.<br />I hope 2012 will be kind to you and yours - good health, happiness and peace.jabbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12176958811589489979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869945185122101623.post-60360795454857822032012-01-07T04:21:47.258+00:002012-01-07T04:21:47.258+00:00Such a poignant post, Isabel. It oozes sadness an...Such a poignant post, Isabel. It oozes sadness and more so for me now that I know a little more of the details behind the house and you. <br /><br />Even then, home is such a nebulous concept, an idea, a nostalgic point from which we can navigate. <br /><br />In her honors thesis, 'Bricks, sticks and stones: unraveling model homes', one of my daughters writes: <br /><br />'Home is Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869945185122101623.post-8642416708666588662012-01-06T11:13:33.823+00:002012-01-06T11:13:33.823+00:00My father was in the forces so we moved home, coun...My father was in the forces so we moved home, country, continent every couple of years - the only constant in life was my grandmothers house, which we returned to between postings. I haven't been back to that village since her death over 26 years ago. Since then I have lved on 3 continents and always feel that "home" is where I lay my head.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869945185122101623.post-76708774517971821342012-01-05T15:41:41.269+00:002012-01-05T15:41:41.269+00:00Oh, this was sad to read. Feeling homeless on this...Oh, this was sad to read. Feeling homeless on this level must be lonely and full of longing. <br />I suspect that this feeling was engraved in you long before you ever moved the first time.<br />It isn't a place it is in ourselves. Give me a palace, give me a cottage...if I surrounded by what I love...I am home.<br />I wish this for you dear Isabel<br />...Suzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10329289442910294160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869945185122101623.post-72754306971437728452012-01-04T10:47:15.680+00:002012-01-04T10:47:15.680+00:00Your post is interesting. I grew up abroad too and...Your post is interesting. I grew up abroad too and it had the effect on me that I do want to put down roots in London, which I always came back to as a child - but I also need to keep getting away as being in one place too long gives me cabin fever. <br /><br />Never satisfied, in other words. <br /><br />I would find it hard to live in exile as you do because it would FEEL like exile all the Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.com