My heart is like a train station where trains arrive or depart. Some remain forever. It is difficult to comprehend how, in such a small place, you can store places, countries even, years, moments, colours, fragrances, dear people or pets. Sometimes, bits of it remain in a beautiful place or with people we love, that are far away.
They say "home is where your heart is" ... but if your heart is filled with places? A piece of it maybe got stuck on a mountain top where you looked into the distance and forgot to breathe for a few seconds ...
My heart is here, where I love; is with my family; is in Italy, with my sister which I miss so much; it's back in my country; it's in all the countries that I lived in and been happy; is wherever the dog that has been my best friend is.
Make Home, wherever you are and enjoy the nostalgia of walking through each room of your heart!