Home Is Where The Heart Is.
Is it possible to live in one place and love another just the same, if not more? In my case, yes. Don’t get me wrong. I do love my home state. My roots are here. My Dad had a very small dairy farm here as a young man. This is where my happy childhood took hold. I have scoured every part of my state and love it all. I hardly need a map because my internal compass guides me.
Yet I travel to Vermont every chance I get. It is forever calling to me. When I cross the border, I truly feel as if I am "coming home". I’m not sure what my future holds as far as moving there. I’ll leave that to fate.
If it is a matter of being "unfaithful" to the state in which I live, then I am guilty.
Yes, home is where the heart is. And my heart belongs to Vermont. Always.