When home is not where you belong…

I find it unsettling being taken by the hand, held at the elbow and stared in the eye as a stranger whispers ‘welcome home’ – but maybe that’s just me. This was one of my first experiences of my committee at college, which involves hanging out at Newtown Mission church for the Thursday night drop-in dinner. It was sensory overload for the first few weeks … Continue reading When home is not where you belong…