There’s No Place Like Home


The visits are never ever long enough.  Martin has to go back on Sunday.  Early.  Tomorrow is my last day with him for another two weeks then he’ll be back again for our vacation to Mexico with the kids.  A cruise.  I’m looking forward to that and trying not to be greedy.  I know this is the right thing.

Every time he comes the feelings get stronger and it feels more comfortable and right.  It’s like when you are lost on a hike in the forest and you have several trails to choose from and you aren’t quite sure which one will get you back home.  But you have a feeling on one direction in particular and you go for it.   It’s not until you are several yards in that you get that feeling in your stomach that you’ve made the right or wrong choice.  But after several minutes of walking there are signs that you are on the right track.  At that point you pick up your pace, get more confident and start allowing yourself to feel hopeful.  I feel like I’m on that path and I can see the clearing the forest.  I can see home.  And I just want to run now to the end.

When I caught my first glimpse of him at the airport this time my heart just clenched up and I couldn’t pull over and get out of the car fast enough for my hug.  Eventually the policeman told us he was jealous of so much love and had to break it up so we could let someone else pull up to the curb.  It was so good to see him and touch him.

He’s caught between two places at the moment.  He is a nomad.  Most his belongings are in a storage unit in England.  He is staying at his brother’s house in a room in Exeter.  He’s got an inflatable bed in my guest room here.  We spent the morning looking at apartments in town and he’s going to be deciding on one tomorrow.  But he’s going back and forth twice before mid-August and I think it’s getting old for him.

He needs a house but he’s got a home in me.  When I’m with him, no matter where we are I’m good.  I know I felt that way in England. And I think he feels the same way here.  It’s hard to even think about him living in an apartment but we both agree it is the right move right now.  And someday, hopefully sooner than later we will be together, living under the same roof, with the same name.

Leaving on a Jet Plane is definitely our theme song.  It was our first duet that first meeting in Dublin.  It’s crazy this time in particular how accurate those lyrics are to our situation.

But this song fits as well.  And he is where my heart is.

When I Think of Home by Bryan Duncan

There`s a saying: `Your home is where your heart is`
My heart believes it`s true
And my home`s so far away
But the seasons and the scenery keep changing
So I`ll make my home with you
`Til I`m finally home to stay

When I think of home
When I`m tired and feeling homeless
I come to you
You`re where my heart is

There are places on this journey I`ll remember
Many faces are so dear
They can always bring a smile
But no matter where I am or where I`m going
In my heart you`re always near
You have made my life worthwhile

When I think of home
When I`m tired and feeling homeless
I come to you
You`re where my heart is

When I think of home
When I`m tired and feeling homeless
I come to you
You`re where my heart is

There`s a saying: `Your home is where your heart is`
My heart believes it`s true
My heart believes it`s true

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