I think there’s always been a little part of my heart that is one of a city girl’s. A little section carved out in the shape of rising architecture and the grid of bustling streets. I love a brisk walk around the corner to a cute cafe, the energy of lives happening in such close proximity and yet each one still so different. I grow accustomed to the constant stream of car horns and passerby conversation, sirens and construction beeps until it becomes a welcoming white blanket of sound.
And yet yesterday I returned to the place where my heart belongs. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of Michigan Avenue, Fifth Avenue or along an unknown street near the coast of the gulf… Home is where my family lives. Where my little ones have crawled into the warmth of my heart, and it’s there we’ll all stay.
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