Home is Where the Heart Is

It's a phrase I've heard a thousand times. But when it came on the radio this morning it was like I'd heard it for the first time. 

Home is where the heart is. 

All this time I thought it meant that your heart will always be at home. Where you grew up. Where you went to school. Where your parents bought your family home. That place where you lived the longest, had the most memories, the place where you developed a sentimental connection to, that's where your heart is. 

So, stupid as it sounds, whenever I lived in another place, and I didn't feel like I wanted to go home, I felt guilt. Is it me, or is it when you say you prefer another place other than your home town, people judge you a little bit? "But Yo, home is where your heart is."

Maybe it was the way she said it, or maybe it was my typical reaction to an advice I thought was telling me how I should feel. This morning, I noticed she didn't say, "Home is where your heart is supposed to be." 

Ladies and gentlemen, children all over the world, if all this time you've been reading it the way I have, I want to tell you that today the wind blew past my ears a different way and I heard, "Home is where your HEART is". 

Home is really where your heart tells you you should be. Home is where your heart wants to go. Home is what your heart desires. Home is the place you long for. Home is the place you wish you could be forever. 

If your heart happens to desire where you were born and bred, so be it. But it's not always the case.