People are home…not places…
I was born in Kuwait…I lived 25 years of my life there…it was home!
I knew nothing else.
After the invasion in 1990…all hell broke lose…most families and friends were all dispelled from Kuwait for their own safety.
I went back there in 1992…two months after the Liberation.
No one was there…it didn’t feel like home.
My family had left…my childhood friends were gone…it wasn’t home anymore.
No one was there…
I moved to the US in 1992…
My family was here…I met Robbie…I built a new life…I was home… again.
Fast forward 30 years later…
My friend is gone…I’m building a new life…again.
I am home…
The heart??? It’s still where it’s always been…beating inside my own chest.
Home is where the heart is…
