dove il mio cuore è

Consider it a trail of bread crumbs. Because that's quite honestly how it looks right about now. Now that I start.

7, 282 bucks is exactly what it reads in my personal savings account. Plus another 1,563 left in my salary which is unlikely to survive the rest of this pay period's expenditures. This is all that I have to work on to get to the 260,000++ that I need to get to where my heart is.

Slowly but surely is what I told myself. My mind is set. My feet shall fly, walk, run, skip to the end of the rainbow that is Italy.

My heart has left, I don't know why. It's the place, the people, the love and the life, the language, the history, simplicity and complexity. My heart has left me for somewhere else.

As I dig deeper, my arms reach further out. Perhaps it's the age I am at, just hitting that stage of wanting to leave the nest and trying out my wings. I'm wishing to leave everything behind. My endless, direction-less, perpetual sprint has turned into a compulsion to fly.

My home is no longer mine. And I want for nothing more than to come home.