Austria – December 2015

This is my home and my heart. It is constant and seems to be unchanging. It was an amazing trip, and it was so cool to be able to bring Matthew along with us and show us a piece of who we all are.

Home is where I was born

Home is where I’ve only been once

Home is where I go every summer

and once every 2 years

Home is where my bed is

Home is where my bed isn’t

Home is where I will never stop returning to

Home is a delicate, aged pair of hands holding mine

Home isn’t one place or even two

Home is the places I leave pieces of myself

Like breadcrumbs

I’ll find myself coming back home

Home is sometimes a plane ride away

Home can be out a door

Home is here

Home is way over there too

Home is that worn out cliche

Home is where my heart is

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