This is where I sleep when I stay at mum and dad's house. My sisters live close by and this house, our house, is where we come and go and gather and part as we please. Kids run around and jump in and out of the pool and I sneak my sister out for a coffee and a spot of shopping (leaving nanny with the little ones). I feel like this is where I grew up, this is where I'm from, when in actual fact, we didn't grow up in this suburb near the beach but in a suburb about half an hour away. Home really is where the heart is or is the heart where the home is?