As clichéd as it sounds, home is where the heart is. Indeed. But my heart is a conflicted organ.
While a major chunk of my heart is where my family and loved ones are. So, home means being with family, wherever they are – out in the wilderness or in the comforts of four walls.
A piece of my heart, a wanderer, is where my peace of mind is. So, home for my wandering heart means either soaring high in the sky amidst the dancing clouds or finding solace in the lap of the majestic mountains, far far away.
On the top of a hill
Under the blue sky with a dollop of clouds
Is where I reside
And that’s my home
* For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Home.