Where's My Heart

Sometimes, most often in just random moments when it makes the least sense possible, I catch myself pausing and wishfully thinking how I want to go home. It's a yearning, a longing, that I can't fully describe. It feels as if I'm gone from somewhere I should be. There's a hole in my heart that hopes to one day be filled.

But this is my home. I live here. But only temporarily. So where's my real home? In Anderson? In Greenfield? Franklin? There are times where all I want is to just get in my car drive until I find home. Abandon all responsibilities and just go.

But where would that road lead? How do I find the answers? How is it that someone like me can talk so much and yet never talk to others about issues like this?

They say home is where the heart is but, in all honesty, how do you know where that is if you aren't sure where your heart is?

Sleep Habits

For someone who always, always sleeps and wakes up on the left side of the bed, you know it's going to be a bad day when you wake up on the right side of the bed...