OPINION
Having a turangawaewae (a sense of identity) a place to stand, where you feel safe, and can call home is central to your identity and self-worth.
It doesn’t have to be a mansion. For me it was — and to this day remains — one room of a boarding house in the so-called slum days in Freemans Bay, Auckland.
That’s where I lived with my parents and younger sister for the first wonderful, carefree, and stable eight years of my life.
To this day almost 55 years later, I regard 72 Franklin Rd as my spiritual home. Even though I don’t own it, I associate the essence of who I am with the stability of having one place to call home for those important early developmental years of my life.