If home is where the heart is, where is your home right now?

The cemetery.

And if the heart is broken, where is home?

Home is when i am in the mountains

I want to revisit my heart, where I left it. In the past.

It could be in my soul too

My heart is not at my home.

Mine is an ocean away.

My house.

My heart had always belonged to the countryside; to its stars and wide open spaces. And that's where it's lead me, to make my home.

There's a little known beach in Orange county. It's where I learned to dive in my early teens.

Don't know why I consider it home. Perhaps it was because my father once took me there before 5 years old. I only remember walking with him along the saltmine bed. That salt mine was removed in the 60s. Yet the Beach at the shore end has always been there.

It's many miles from where I grew up. And you don't take a toddler for long walks. I asked my father once about that. He simply said I couldn't have remembered that. Not denying that that the saltmine was there.

These days I feel as if I’ve lost everything. No heart, no sense of self, nothing. I guess I’m homeless.

Scattered in pieces over the years. Hit by a dozen tornados and hurricanes.

In the few times I've been by the ocean I know for sure that's where my heart is

I think that's called a metaphor 🤔

Unless maybe you're a snail?🤔

Where my mom is.

I suppose I've never lived in a home, then. Either that or I don't have a (metaphorical) heart.

The hospital that’s where I usually am a couple times a weekend

Isn't it supposed to be hearth, not heart?

In a certain star above me, where she is

Apparently I live inside my ribs 🤷‍♂️

Future that I am creating.

home is where the ass is

Dulwich

Not here.

Out there

Central Kentucky.

Home is where the heart is.reminds me of this tune.

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And yet, Captain Hammer said so... or well, sang so.

Asleep in her recliner in the family room. She isn't feeling well.