“Home is where the heart is.” I’ve been told this more times than I can count, but what does it mean? Sure, where I live is my home. I sleep here, eat here, I do everything here. But my heart lies somewhere else. It lies in the beaches off the east coast, in the tallest building in the biggest city, and within the mossy forests. I find my home to be all over the world. Whether it be within my imagination or somewhere that’s walking distance from me, it is where my heart lies. Maybe someday my heart will find the one place that I will truly call home, but as for now, home for me is everywhere, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.