Homeward Bound has long been one of my favourite Simon and Garfunkel songs. There’s something so simple but so special about the lyrics:
I wish I was homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
When your heart is somewhere, it’s difficult to settle anywhere else. So after seven years in Switzerland, it was time to head back home to Wales.
For anyone in a similar situation wanting to repatriate or if you’re simply interested in our lives and our expat journey, this little space holds the posts that tell the story of how we made our way home.
Should I stay or should I go now?
Repatriation: akin to planning a wedding?
18 months to go!
Coming home for Christmas?
Homeward bound – seven months to go
A bedroom fit for a Captain
But you can buy a small car for £4,000!
Headless chicken time
A state of limbo
In search of a new ordinary
This is it. And it’s good.