I always thought I knew what home was. I grew up in the same place, the same town, the same house and with the same people. It felt right, and it felt safe. I knew the streets like the back of my hand, every ginnel, every park. I’d never left, I’d never moved. My life rotated around Preston and all that came from Preston, the people, the atmosphere, the traditions. Life was home and home was more than just the four walls where I was raised.