Lately, I've been thinking about how I arrived here and the places I have been to. I sense a slow yearning to return to where I came from. I wonder if the the old adage, "You can never go home", is true for everyone...if it's true for me.
It has been 10 long years since I've left. I reminisce friends and places from that time. Slowly, I am reconnecting socially, their faces have changed but their smiles are ever more warming and welcoming. I wonder about the secret to their happiness. Do I possess it also?
While I think about going to where they are, I loathe to leave the place I now call home. My loved ones are dear to me, and I would not dream of leaving. You see, in my absence, I've found love in two individuals who are a part of me now. We are joined in heart, soul, mind and spirit. To go back is to leave a larger part of me.
What is the way back?
