and how do you know for sure? because when I am driving up my mountain (especially if I have been gone for a while) my whole body tingles with joy.
and what if your heart is divided between homes? ah yes... part of my heart is next to a still, quiet, and dark lake in New Hampshire. Part of my heart is with my family and dear friends not in my physical place. I still think where I am right now is my true home ~ at least for a long time. a teacher of mine once said that for her a place wasn't a home until she planted tomatoes. perhaps it really is as simple as that.