home is where the heart is
two thousand miles away
home will be there waiting
for me on that sweet day
DAY 8 OF THE SEPTEMBER POETRY SERIES.
Thank you guys once more for joining me on this September Poetry Series! We are already over a week into this project of mine, and I’m enjoying this outlet immensely, so thank you for your support over these next few weeks.
Today let’s talk about a word that has very different meanings to all of us: Home. Take a moment to yourself, breathe in deeply, and close your eyes. Consider what home means to you, because I guarantee it has a wildly different image to you than it does to me.
Is it the people who make your home so special? Is it the place, or the food, or the pup barking at you for a snack? Whatever it is, there’s a place that is home to you. For some, it may have more negative imagery, and for others it is more positive.
For me, it’s (mostly lol) positive. As I finish out this last semester of college in California, my heart still aches for my true home that is two thousand miles away in Tennessee. So this poem is a little reminder that home really is where the heart is, whether that be with a romantic interest, your fat cat, or your amazing family who wishes you’d never gone in the first place.
Appreciate your home. ❤
Thank you, my dear readers, for supporting me! You guys mean the world to me, and I mean that. I was just talking to a friend about how you guys are such strong supporters, and you are the ones who make this blog worth it to me!
Well, until tomorrow…