If home is where the heart is, then where am I now? Maybe I got off a few stops too early, maybe one too many. Maybe this is just a longer way home, a detour maybe. So the question glaring at me was not where I was, the question was where my home was. In a world as busy and fast-paced as today’s, with families and loved ones dispersed across different continents, who knows where home is, or worse, where the heart really is…
So one begins to wonder if the heart, in its...
