"Home is where the heart is." Though completely overused for decorative plates, wall hangings, and welcome mats, this saying actually has some meaning behind it. As I sit in my basement at my parent's house in Maryland, on a well deserved break after a semester that almost killed me, I can't help but feel a yearning to go back to school. It's not the classes that are pulling me back (although, the organ is... and I'm really excited for Instrumental Conducting... but I digress) it's the relationships that I have made in the last 3 semesters. At school, I have found those who I can call brothers, and in some cases, the brothers I never had; I have some of the best friends that I will ever have, and I have forged relationship and made decisions for myself for the first time. What constitutes as home? I would have to say it's where you heart truly is, and recently, I must say, my home is in Houghton. How will my parents react to me saying that? They'll be disappointed I'm sure, but this is all a part of growing up, moving forward, and making a life of my own.
If I really wanted to take this too far, I could say my heart is in Heaven with my Papa (aka God), but I feel like that should be a given for all Christians. I might actually expand on this later, but not now.
Home is where you heart is, so where is your heart?
