where the heart is not

heartI don’t want to go home.

Home is where the heart is, and my heart is right here.

But here is not home.

I am trying not to think of this as I am packing to go back.

Back to the cold – and home.

Where my heart is not.

blue heart

4 thoughts on “where the heart is not

  1. Oh no! We miss you here. But from seeing your photographs I can only imagine what you are leaving there. It looks so beautiful. x

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