I have been reading Walking Writing and Performance (2009 ed Roberta Mock, Bristol: Intellect) as it looks at three separate solo performance case studies. In the final piece Deirdre Heddon talks about her reaction to using Exeter as the place for her performance ‘One Square Foot’. Each square foot was chosen by the artists involved because of its autobiographical, historical and political resonances and associations. Heddon was at odds with the fact that she had spent relatively little time in Exeter as opposed to Glasgow, the city she called ‘home’. This made me think about my own home, personally I feel I am miles from my spiritual home (see above) even though at 13 years I am coming up to living in the city of Plymouth for as long as I have in any other. It also got me thinking as to why I had chosen the synagogue to perform my own site specific performance. There has to be a more complicated reason I have chosen the synagogue besides the fact that it holds an incredible history that Plymouth doesn’t seem that interested in celebrating. If I was subconsciously choosing the synagogue for my chosen space, why was that? The fact that I don’t call this city my home has to do with not being able to put down roots, (I moved here not through personal choice) I feel like I am travelling, on a journey. This may have something to do with the fact that I have always been nomadic in my work, going where the work was and travelling the world to do so. But, in the past I still had a place I called home to go back to when the work was done. Now though the work has started to dry up and not only because I have reached that age where women start to become invisible, but also because I am hidden within the geographical isolation of the South West. Therefore am I drawn to the hidden-ness of stories because of my own isolation or do I see a metaphor in the Hebrew congregation with my own, once nomadic but now dwindling career?