Whoever said, "Home is where the heart is", hit the nail right on the head. I am just returning from Boston where I was raised and I really wanted to stay. I didn't want to come back to Georgia. Not that there is anything wrong with Georgia.
I'm just not sure where my loyalty lies. I've lived in Georgia for the past sixteen years and have vowed to go home to Boston many times, but I've stayed, not out of a sense of loyalty, but out of sense of complacency...I guess.
I enjoyed my trip to good ol' Boston there and found it extremely difficult to leave my sister, brothers, nieces and nephews. I'm back here in good old Georgia and I can't believe that my desire to go back home has waned considerably since I walked through the door.
So where is my heart? I may have left it in Georgia so that it'd be waiting for me here when I got back.
I don't know. I have met many people who have lived in Georgia for many years without ever becoming passionate about being here. Maybe they were just passionate about being and if you are passionate about just being, maybe it doesn't matter where you are? I have stayed, but I'm not passionate. Too many issues here (where? my heart?). Yet, my feeling is that it doesn't really matter where I am...Does it?
I'm going to have to think over and muse these things again. And take that picture off of my profile...my sister says it's dreadful.
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