“Home is where the heart is.” We’ve all heard this before. But what if your heart is torn between multiple places? I live in a beautiful land. The Adirondacks. Forever wild. But it is not where I am from. I have to say, however, that where I’m actually from never felt like home. I have no sadness for what I left behind there. There is a place between where I grew up and here that tugs at my heartstrings though. It has an ocean and stone walls and antique homes and old cemeteries. It also has dear friends. I’m often torn when I go down for visits. I miss everyone terribly, but I’m not sure if I even fit in there anymore. Funny how the heart sometimes does not know what the answers are. I also happen to feel quite at home in Vermont. It’s no surprise as I have family roots there. Let’s not even bring up how I feel when I visit the Quebec province! Talk about feeling at home! There’s also many family ties up there. It’s hard being torn between so many beautiful places!