I cannot help but wonder how many places in this World are capable of capturing my heart. Every place I leave behind I have to promise my skipping little heart that the journey is not over. I tell myself I will return because I simply must see so much more. I just have to know these places and understand them like they're home.
They say home is where the heart is. So, what if my heart is not set in one place in particular?
Whether I am on the road, or in the mountains; by the shore or in the valley; in little Italian Villages or in big busy cities;
The truth is, deep down, my heart will never forget that my home is not in this World. My soul is set in heaven, and my heart is ever searching for it.
But it is my firm belief that, if you know where to look, you can catch glimpses of heaven even in a World that's so close to hell.
"You will never be at Home again, because part of your Heart will always be elsewhere.
That is the price you pay for the richness of Living and Loving people in more than one place..."
~Miriam Adeney
