Have you ever thought you were born one place,
but your heart belongs in another?
That you weren't created to live where you do?
Wondering why you were put here...
When you could have been born somewhere else entirely.
Knowing there must be a reason...
Being more comfortable on the other side of the world,
than I am in my own hometown
Feeling more at home in a little country
thousands of miles away.
Wondering what home really is
if my heart is torn between two
very different places.
Like I have two different lives
and parts of me.
One part always longing,
for the day I board a one-way flight
The other wondering if I could ever truly leave my life here.
One par daydreaming about what is to come,
the other wanting only to live in the moment.
One part nonstop tugging at my heart,
whispering that I don't belong here,
Another trying to imagine
how I could ever call anywhere else
You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.
P.s. I call this "photo inspired" because for whatever reason it was actually this photo that made me think of this.