I have a dream. I wish to be home, a home full of life, freshness, light and warmth, a home with big tall wide opened windows, just to let all the sun come in.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve lost the sense of “home”. This is a strange feeling and I’m not comfortable with it at all. It makes me feel a kind of guilty because I have a wonderful family, that I adore, and is always waiting for me to comeback to the house where we grew up, to the house that used to be “our home”.
A friend of mine made me discover a talented girl with a kind voice called Ingrid Michaelson with her song “Are we there yet?”, apparently I’m not the only one “in trouble” with this kind of thoughts. “…home is where heart is”, this is what she says, as many times I listen to her song, as much I start to believe in this idea.
And here comes up the next question “where is my heart?” The answer I found yesterday on a picture posted on Facebook by a friend of mine. It says “If you want to know where your heart is look where your mind goes when it wanders”. It didn’t take me a lot of time to say to myself that I really think a lot about my family and friends, and a piece of my heart is always with them. No matter where am I, or where are they.
So, it means my home is where my beloved are.
Dear friends, keep your beloved ones close to you and be happy!