where the heart is

I’m back! After being abroad for almost 7 months, it feels surreal to be back in my old room, and comforting to walk around the streets and realize that after circling around for so long, I’ve returned to familiar sights and sounds and smells. And yet, it’s no longer summer, and autumn has come and gone away. I’ve come home to holiday lights. To red Starbucks cups. To busy streets with busy strangers wrapped tightly in scarves and wool coats. Yes, things have changed, but they are still the same.

The mystery and intrigue of the outside world will continue to tempt my vagabond tendencies. But as my plane swooped above green fields and city buildings against the blue sky, and as I hold on to my navy blue passport and the packet of airplane peanuts I’ve long since given up on trying to open, the only sounds I heard were the words from Michael Buble’s “Home” on my iPod, the only thing on my mind was how happy I am to be home.

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I want to go home

I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I’ve got to go home

It will all be alright
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home