Where is home

The picture above is the sleepy town of my youth, Marikina, my home along the river. This image alone evokes emotion from my memory. Plus it causes me to consider the idiom, "Home is where the heart is." A simple phrase at first glance but what exactly makes up one's heart and where is it located? Does the heart reside in the past? From where one has been? Is love merely constructed from the time and experience one spends in an area? As my mind drifts on this it wanders into time itself. What of the present, the area where I currently am located. Does my presence at this current spot make it my home? But with logic, that cannot be right. Because the present soon becomes the past. So my gaze sets sight to the future. My heart will continue to wander this plane of existence as it continues to beat. And inside my heart will reside the people and places that I hold dear. So no matter what the time or distance my journey takes me. I can rest assure that this tiny floating blue and green rock in the universe will be my home forevermore.  Thanks for joining me, housemates, until next time.