Heart and home...
It is a Saturday morning (usually way too early for me) but here I am listening to the birds sing and contemplating my new surroundings. Life as I know it, in my little world, looks a bit different. I see bus stops, I hear and understand conversations taking place around me, I remember to take my own bags when I go shopping, I say Polish words as I'm going about my day, I dink out of my Polish pottery mug, I miss different people here, I miss Poland. So how or where do we call home? The saying 'home is where the heart is' means something different now. IMy heart is kind of broken. I loved, relished and treasured each moment since I left Sacramento on November 20th. Now I am loving, relishing and treasuring each moment of being back here. I'm sure I will relish and treasure my time in Tennesee, Oregon, Idaho, Illinois and Michigan over the summer.. So where is my home? I know it is not lumber and wallboard structures; I had a house...but...