A Tale of Three Cities

For the last year and half I have been a nomad. I don't really have a stable home. My time has been split up between three cities, Los Angeles, Long Beach, and San Diego. I probably spent more time in my car than anywhere else. "I have no home" I complained. I have felt like a guest in my "own" home, and felt like I didn't quite fit in anywhere. Now that I don't travel to San Diego I thought things would be simpler. But, I miss San Diego, I miss the drives down there (sometimes) and mainly I miss the people. I met the most wonderful set of people, all with their unique personalities and wonderful ideas and opinions. As "corny" as it sounds I became attached to my group of people and they took part of of my heart. Los Angeles of course has my family (the one I was born into and my chosen one), and I love being near them, yet I long for my other home; I ache when Long Beach tugs at my heart. If "home is where the heart is," then my heart is split in three. It's a tale of three cities and although it's definitely not tragic as Dickens "Tale" it does leave one to ponder, "Where is home?"