When the heart has too many homes

It comes like a sucker punch, leaving an ache that physically hurts. It has nothing to do with stress or unhappiness. Often life is perfectly fine, even happy. But it is always unexpected: a smell, a food, the random sight of a Marks & Spencer carrier packet. This last time was no exception. There I was, tucked in bed, watching a painfully rubbish rom-com, when suddenly the main character was in a forest. It was unmistakably The Great North West. It had everything: an honest sized river, the right coloured rocks, the ferns and the enormous trees, all glowing with...