As I board the coach, the feeling of restriction and weight bearing down on my chest and heart lifts immediately knowing that in a couple of hours I will be back where I need to be and where I belong.
And the sigh of relief that will be exhaled as I enter my childhood home will say that I am safe, no longer lonely and I am where I am meant to be: home...
Home really is where the heart is.
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