If Home is Where Your Heart Is, Where Exactly is My Heart?

Before leaving for London, I decided to explore NYC.

I fell in love.

And then I left and forgot.

Now I'm back and searching.

At times I ponder if I will always be so fickle, if all my life I will wonder if I am in the right city, if I will ever feel at home.


I think back and try to remember what made me so exquisitely happy with NYC that weekend. The images help to remind me, but that deep-seeded love still alludes me. Perhaps this weekend I will remember. For now, there are only the pictures of the past.