Landing Pad

The Fundamental Need for a Home of Our Own.

There’s a fine line between being free and being lost. Maybe it’s not even a line but a zone. I’ve been squatting in that suburb of uncertainty for a while now. It’s a messy precinct full of protruding nails, botched paintwork and a distinct lack of soft furnishings. There’s plenty to snag yourself on, and not much to drive roots into.

I’m counting my b…