Home is where my heart is

Back in the US, always with that nagging feeling of ambiguity. This is home as in where my house is, but it's not where I love to be the most. Isn't that what a home is all about, a place where you feel like you belong, always?

My family is Italian, my blood is filled with the scents and impressions of beautiful Toscana.

And at the same time I know I'll get over it in a day or two and feel at home here as well. It's just the hours in between that kill me every time.

Love, amore,


  1. You're so full of love.
    I love that.

  2. You are one of my favorite bloggers, because your posts are so full of love and sincerity. I love it! xx

  3. Nice blog, nice words.
    You are full of LOVE.

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