Where the heart is.

Paris, London, Rome, Dubai and all other dreamy travel destinations, I have friends everywhere enjoying their vacation at the moment. While I am here trapped in a room, left rotting all alone. And it's not even home, which is the worst. 

At first I thought I'm gonna be fine since I love the idea of solitary. But now I know it is no fun being away from home for too long. Home is indeed where the heart is. No matter how nice and cozy a place is, if you don't have your heart there with you, it'll suffocate you to the point where you can physically feel the pain. 

I wanna come home.