"Home is where the heart is?"
"My chest is where my heart is," was my answer.
At first I just wanted to be weird and true to my cheesy sense of humor as I answered my friend's question. The more I thought about it, though, the more I wanted my answer to be true. I enjoy being at home where I can spend time with loving friends and family in a beautiful place. I could easily stay at home forever. But that's the problem--it'd be easy.
Leaving for college was pretty painful, and though I really don't like crying, I broke down a bunch. While people are worth crying for, I don't want my heart to be broken for them first. I can't rest my love on locations or certain people in those locations, cause if I leave them, I'll be leaning into a free fall. I'm not saying that I don't want to care about people or discount the beauty of uniqueness that each place has. I just don't want to be ripped apart every time I leave. If I loose my balance and don't place my hope and love in something higher than me, then I'm left by myself.
I don't like the idea of leaving a part of my heart back "home." That'd make me incomplete. I'd rather just store home in my heart and know that where I am at any moment is exactly where I should be.
