Leaving home (West Virginia, where I grew up and where my parents are) to come back here (Tennessee, where I've lived for more than 10 years) gets harder every time.
I'm reading a book and in it one of the characters says that when we are born, there is a map of home on our hearts and no matter where go in life, the heart can always take us back.
I think that's true.
-b
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I have to agree. The passing of time doesn't lessen the emotion of a trip home; it heightens it. It takes more than a bit of bravery to stay in Nashville, far away from family, and it doesn't seem to get any easier.
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