Wherever I Lay My Hat

We watched a film, Nomadsland, last night, about the growing culture in the US of folk ditching the house of bricks and mortar (often because of the costs and living expenses ) and choosing to live in motorhomes and vans. RV’s, as they call them in the States.

The central character was accused at one point of being homeless. To which she answered: “Not homeless, just placeless”. It struck me as a both a great retort and an ageless truth about what a “home” really constitutes.

It’s also paraphrases the Paul Young song Wherever I Lay My Hat (that’s my home). Which is a nice chilled song for a Sunday morning, I think.